The students waiting in line at the back were still waiting, and the deductible machine kept beeping, "There's not enough balance." The cafeteria lady was also urging her, but Shan Yue could not fork out any money no matter what.
The world's number one killer, Ling Yue, actually had a day where she was stumped by a mere four dollars and sixty cents? Shan Yue wanted to cry.
In the past, she had spent money like water and received millions or tens of millions of yuan from just a few missions. Therefore, she had never treated money as something very rare. It was only at this moment that she realized what it meant to be poor!
I have to get more money. Otherwise, I won't be able to support my daily expenses! Shan Yue made up her mind.
"Why don't I return this meal…" Shan Yue scratched her head awkwardly.
Just as she was about to return the meal, her eyes suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. She hurriedly shouted, "Shan Xing, Shan Xing!"
