Chi Yue's gaze turned towards the wallet, signaling to Xia Chuyi.
Xia Chuyi raised an eyebrow, unsure of what medicine Chi Yue was selling in her gourd.
After wiping her hands on a cloth, she picked up Chi Yue's wallet that lay in front of her, opened it, and saw a lonely one-yuan tractor note inside.
Xia Chuyi's brow immediately furrowed. What did Chi Yue mean by this?
"Aiya, Xia Chuyi hurry up, what's with the dawdling? There's supposed to be around thirty yuan in that wallet!" Chi Yue said with noticeable impatience.
Xia Chuyi: …
She had thought Chi Yue's series of actions were odd, and here it was, waiting for her.
"Sorry, Chi, there's not enough money in your wallet to cover the bill," Xia Chuyi said calmly.
"What? Impossible! When I handed you my wallet, the money was still in it!" Chi Yue's assertion was overly dramatic.
Xia Chuyi could hardly stand to watch her perform so extravagantly.
