"Absolutely! I informed my sister yesterday. If I don't return with the signature, that girl will be furious."
"I've told my mother about it as well."
Song Zishan frowned slightly. "So, what's the plan? Should we continue waiting?" She had intended to meet Su Wen today, but if they waited too long, it would disrupt her plans.
"Forget it. Let's line up."
"No need, I have a solution." The speaker was a man with a relatively mature and composed demeanour among the group. He retrieved a large piece of banknote from his pocket and approached the front of the line. A brief exchange ensued, and the person ahead gladly vacated their spot, allowing him to take their place. Returning to the end of the line, he resumed queuing.
Eyes lit up among the others, and they followed suit. Soon, everyone succeeded in cutting the line. Since they paid for it, those ahead were willing to give up their spots, leaving those at the back with no choice but to protest, albeit feebly.
