Jiang Mian held the "war booty" with immense pride.
"I really love it!!"
The stall owner watched their retreating figures and quickly packed up his stall.
He must have neglected to check the almanac before leaving home today; it wasn't a good day. He needed to pack up quickly and head back, or if he encountered another one like them, he would be completely out of luck today.
*
Evening
Jiang Mian sat on the large hotel bed, surrounded by all of today's war booty, feeling extraordinarily happy.
With her phone in hand, her eyebrows lightly arched and a lazy, languid look in her eyes, she asked, "The thing on the internet?"
Over the phone was Luo Ting: "Nothing much, just wanted to talk to you."
Luo Ting had gradually gotten used to this ancestor-like figure who could trend online without spending a penny.
It was a good thing, although sometimes it was too much for the heart.
