Silver Hand

"Uncle Wang, I'm at the one-yuan store on 66th Street in the pedestrian street. Can you come and pick me up?"

Outside the one-yuan store, Ji Yueyi called the driver who was driving for her father.

There were too many things with 'hands' inside the one-yuan store, and she couldn't handle them all by herself.

Moreover, not only this one-yuan store, but Ji Yueyi also had to go to the other two one-yuan stores and buy all the things with 'hands'.

Although it might cost her a few hundred or even a thousand yuan, this amount of money was just a small sum for her.

The red envelopes she received every year were tens of times more than these expenses.

Soon, not long after, Wang, the driver who drove for Ji Yueyi's father, arrived at the one-yuan store.

Ji Yueyi took out her wallet, paid the money, bought all the things with 'hands,' and packed them into the car trunk.