It's still the same small shop. Still that little table beside it.
"Uncle Anu, what should we do?" Tang Qingcheng asked anxiously.
Meanwhile, Zhu Bufan was leisurely munching away on his food, which only enraged Tang Qingcheng further.
"Miss, we need to think this through properly. Don't rush, come, have some food first," Uncle Anu said.
At this time, that sharp-featured, monkey-cheeked young man somehow found out that Zhu Bufan and the others were back, and he ran up to Zhu Bufan: "Big brother, isn't it time for you to transfer the remaining fifteen thousand to me?"
Zhu Bufan was speechless: "Ah, little brother, come on, sit down and talk."
"No thanks, big brother, just transfer the remaining fifteen thousand to me quickly!" the young man refused.
