"But I didn't do anything to deserve it." At this moment, Ji Zhao felt dizzy.
"It's because you're lucky. Even if the twenty-sixth customer today isn't you, it will still be someone else's." The worker from the bookstore smiled and advised, "You should keep these things well!"
Until the moment she walked out of the Ten Thousand Mile Bookstore, Ji Zhao was still a little light-headed and dizzy.
"Shen Yao, should we accept this silver?" Ji Zhao was a little hesitant. "Why don't we send this silver back?"
"No need." Shen Yao smiled and shook his head. "The owner behind The Ten Thousand Mile Bookstore is a very interesting person. His thoughts are always unique and unpredictable. You probably don't know this, but about three months ago, a customer came to the bookstore to buy books, but he was chased out of the bookstore by the owner."
"Why?"
"Because the owner was in a bad mood that day and didn't want to entertain the customer."
"…"
