"How can this be? It's finally my turn but you told me to go back instead?" A boy wearing glasses and holding a stack of money in his hand made a loud voice which was full of discomfort.
"That's right!"
"We came here early in the morning, and it's still so early, but you already want to close the shop?"
"Did you not say that as long as we give you money, you will tell us our fortune?"
Nearby, some other students who were interested in fortune-telling were also quite dissatisfied.
"I think it's a guilty conscience, he has collected so much money, so he's afraid of accidents, right?"
"Tsk tsk, even if you read my fortune for free, I still won't do it. My classmates, let's disperse, the other party is going to close his doors soon."
Those students who were purely watching the excitement sneered.
In front of the bookstore.
Ye Bei was still on the chair.
Various sounds were constantly ringing around.
