"Ah, it's fake?"
Chen Siyu could vaguely see the beggar vigorously scraping the car.
Chen Siqing thought about it and raised a question: "No, that's not right!"
"What if the beggar uses it and the shop owner doesn't recognize it's counterfeit money?"
Wouldn't that be cruel!
Jiang Ning nodded slightly: "Good point, that's a very good question."
On the contrary, Chen Siyu glanced at her sister and educated her: "Silly sister, did you forget that Jiang Ning is the Great Magician?"
Chen Siqing suddenly realized, given this, that fake money must have been specially treated, perhaps with techniques like revealing words on white paper when it meets vinegar, so if the beggar dares to use it, it would surely be exposed.
Thinking of magic, she recalled the dazzling and brilliant sparks she had seen before, so her gaze towards Jiang Ning carried a shining light.
Jiang Ning was quite satisfied.
