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A day later, here she was, not daring to breathe loudly. Her eyes were on the numbers flashed by her mobile banking app. Because at this point, the android system was still not as advanced and her phone was a local imitation, the app frequently crashed, so she eventually phoned her bank. When the representative confirmed the figures on her account, Zhang Mei Xing drew in a cold breath before the edges of her lips formed a happy smile.
"At least the damnable Temple is not too hateful."
The girl went out in a cheery mood and before exiting the church, she donated all the cash she had on her which was roughly three hundred yuan.
