Chen Ziyang's words, to Su Mei, were nothing more than an attempt to comfort her.
"Forget it, what's meant to be will be; such matters can't be forced!"
Su Mei gave a bitter smile, "I'll save up some more money and try again next time if there's a chance!"
Chen Ziyang noticed that Su Mei's emotions seemed a bit down.
But he didn't say much else.
After keeping Su Mei company for a while, Chen Ziyang finally left the house.
After returning to the shop, he finally retrieved the twenty thousand yuan he had earned back with hard work.
The day passed without any particular incidents.
At six o'clock in the evening, it was time for the owners on Fragrance Street to gather at Fragrance Fang.
Chen Ziyang slung his canvas bag over his shoulder.
"Ziyang, you're going out?"
Jiang Shu asked curiously.
