Gu jinghang turned around and touched his nose. He bought two pairs of hair from the stall owner and turned around. However, song ran was nowhere to be seen. His heart sank. There were all kinds of people here. He was so worried that he squeezed into the crowd without even taking his hair clip.
Song ran went back to the stall she passed by and saw a fierce-looking middle-aged man standing next to the young man. The man kicked him and the young man frowned. He did not stop moving his hands and wooden chips fell from the edge of the knife.
The man roared,"are you mute?" Don't you know you have to sell? You didn't sell a single one, so you don't want to go to college? If you can't get the tuition fees, don't even think about going to college, you hear me?"
The young man's lips were tightly pursed and his eyes were slightly drooped. He had a stubborn expression.
