Wang Yao looked at the talisman in his hand.
Can I still return it if I don't buy it now?
What if I really encounter danger after returning it?
But for him, an ordinary salaried worker, eight thousand yuan was almost two months of his salary.
Wang Yao's hand, the one holding his mobile phone, trembled as he scanned the QR code to make the payment, feeling like his heart was bleeding.
The ten thousand yuan he had painstakingly saved up suddenly became a balance of two thousand.
Seeing Wang Yao's expression of someone on the verge of breaking down, Xia Xin quickly coughed and tucked away his phone, saying, "Well, Uncle Wang, why don't you take him to the side hall to sit for a bit, and I'll go get you some more water!"
They hadn't even drunk the previous water, so what was there to prepare?!
Wang Xinjun was puzzled.
However, before he could speak, Xia Xin had dashed away like a wisp of smoke.
