Luo Gang looked at Su Shu to gauge her tolerance.
Su Shu also deliberately observed his attitude. If Luo Gang found it troublesome, then she wouldn't buy, just to spare him the embarrassment. But it seemed he had decided to spend the "unjust money".
So, she said to the shopkeeper, "Buy."
"Buy," Luo Gang echoed afterwards.
The shop owner clicked the mouse a couple of times, killing a few small fry on the screen, and then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Damn it, send someone down to carry the water! Are you all dead?!"
The roar, as loud as a lion's, was extremely uncomfortable to Su Shu's ears.
Soon, a yellow-haired teenager, around seventeen or eighteen, came running down the stairs.
"Brother Cao! Coming, coming!"
"Here, go and fill the bottles for them. The money you get is for your mahjong spending," said the fat man called Brother Cao. He inhaled deeply and continued to stare unblinkingly at the dazzling battlefield on the screen.
