Learning How to Be a Sc*mbag

"Absolutely! I informed my sister yesterday. If I don't return with the signature, that girl will be furious."

"I've told my mother about it as well."

Song Zishan frowned slightly. "So, what's the plan? Should we continue waiting?" She had intended to meet Su Wen today, but if they waited too long, it would disrupt her plans.

"Forget it. Let's line up."

"No need, I have a solution." The speaker was a man with a relatively mature and composed demeanour among the group. He retrieved a large piece of banknote from his pocket and approached the front of the line. A brief exchange ensued, and the person ahead gladly vacated their spot, allowing him to take their place. Returning to the end of the line, he resumed queuing.