Yan Zao looked at Wen Jing and couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Frowning, she asked, "Isn't your goal to sell the tickets?"
Wen Jing snorted, "This is Ajie's tenth anniversary concert. You don't know how many people want to snatch up these two tickets—and I didn't even mark up the price for him. What's he putting on airs for?"
She rolled her eyes again.
Seeing how Wen Jing was acting, Yan Zao knew that she was actually a bit reluctant to sell the tickets. She said, "Then don't sell them. Give them away. It's not like you're short on money."
If she changed her mind later, she could still rush off to Binzhou to see the concert.
After all, it's less than two hours to Binzhou.
While they were talking, Wen Jing's phone 'ding donged' twice, indicating two messages from the second-hand APP trading platform. She checked them—it was that buyer from before.
"Say something."
"Say something!"
