Little Milk Jin had already expertly negotiated a price, and after displaying the QR code for payment, had it promptly scanned.
She listened to the crisp sound of a transaction notification.
The previously serious Little Bun's eyes turned into laugh-crinkled large cat pupils in an instant.
She set a time with her newly-negotiated employer.
Rong Yinghui's phone clanged with a notification.
He had just helped Ming Ming up after seeing something strange. Far from having his legs go weak with fear, he was more concerned about Little Bun's safety, having followed her in a leap from a height—Yan Miao.
He subconsciously picked up the phone to check.
Uncle: "Where are you?"
Rong Yinghui: ...Fuck!
Preoccupied with promoting the miraculous little darling and generating business, then following to see what exactly was happening, he had completely forgotten about his uncle.
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