Upon seeing An Xiangrong continuously refusing her ticket, the look in Rong Jiu's eyes grew increasingly anxious.
"Miss, this is your ticket. Why won't you take it?"
Looking at the ticket in Rong Jiu's hand, An Xiangrong finally spoke in a soft voice, although the ticket was handed to her, she did not want to accept it just like that.
Seeing An Xiangrong's caution, Rong Jiu patiently explained, "I suddenly have a very important thing to handle, but I don't want these two tickets to go to waste, so I'm giving them to you."
Having said that, Rong Jiu instantly stuffed the tickets into An Xiangrong's hand, and then left immediately.
An Xiangrong wanted to say something, but the person had already disappeared into the crowd. An Xiangrong could only see her golden hair.
"This?"
