"Don't make trouble."
Gao Xuan ignored Wei Zhenzhen. What a joke, he was the King of Assassins, and he needed a little girl to support him!
Although Gao Xuan was a bit of a scoundrel, he believed in mutual consent and fairness.
Wei Zhenzhen liked his face, and he liked Wei Zhenzhen's body. They each got what they wanted. Extremely fair.
But if Wei Zhenzhen were to use money to support him, then the situation would be different. He couldn't sell himself for money.
Besides, what kind of person was he? Making money wasn't hard. Plus, making money was a necessary cover for him.
As a kid from the countryside, he was supposed to work hard to make money.
Gao Xuan didn't need to earn much; a few tens of thousands a month were enough for him.
For ordinary people, an income of tens of thousands a month is very difficult. But for him, it's simple.
Not to mention anything else, just the title of a Seventh-level Swordsman could easily bring in a monthly income of tens of thousands.
