The temperature in the capital had already dropped in September, and the sky had darkened a little earlier.
The vendors by the roadside began to pack up their stalls and prepare to go home.
With a clang, a copper coin was thrown into the chipped bowl in front of him. It turned twice at the bottom of the bowl before calming down.
A fair hand reached out from the side and quickly put away the copper coin.
Rooster glanced at Shen Yijia, who was squatting at the side with a mask on. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and said, "Young Madam, that's my money."
Shen Yijia shook her head. "I'm squatting here too. They didn't specify that it was for you, so it might be mine."
Rooster was speechless.
Was it easy for him to earn extra money?
Shen Yijia coughed lightly and looked at Mingxiang Residence opposite her. "Why are you dressed like this?"
