After mulling for a while, she finally got out of bed and found her bag on the computer desk, from which she rummaged out her phone.
Seeing the message on the screen, all the flesh on her body throbbed with pain.
One million and eighty thousand!
That lunch cost one million and eighty thousand.
Ow ow, her head hurt even more.
Ji Anning pressed her hand against her forehead, rubbing her brow with her thumb, and as she looked at the amount displayed on the message, her heart kept bleeding.
Luckily, she was about to go out and earn some money, or else her savings wouldn't last many more days.
She had drunk too much, and now her mouth was dry and parched.
She carried her cup downstairs to get water. As she opened the door and hadn't taken many steps, she heard the television sound in the living room.
What time was it? Had her uncle not gone to bed yet?
