Huo Dongke couldn't help but laugh at his self-righteousness. "Yun, are you planning to clutch your money in your coffin? With how stingy you are, be careful not to scare off any potential wives." He found it hard to imagine Sikou Yun splurging on a woman.
Sikou Yun glanced at him, "If I can clutch money in my coffin, that would be quite a good thing. I'd love to be buried under a pile of money and use it as a blanket. If you have too much, feel free to give me some—I won't mind! Besides, don't you worry about the wife thing for me. Better worry about yourself. And don't keep showing up here every now and then; you might ruin my reputation. I'll charge you for defamation, you know."
After hearing this, Huo Dongke laughed in irritation, "Ha, even if I weren't straight, I wouldn't go for someone like you, not to mention my sexual orientation is absolutely normal."
Damn miser, since when did I become a pushover?
