Zou Xiaojun couldn't help but complain, "Damn, fruit is so expensive at twenty-five yuan per pound, and yet so many people are still buying it. Are they crazy? No, I have to see this for myself. Why don't you two come along?"
It wouldn't hurt to feast my eyes even if I can't afford it.
Shen Ci's mouth twitched, thinking to himself that he would definitely give Zou Xiaojun, who came from a poor family, a taste of some quality fruit after the exams were over.
At that moment, a young man looking like a bodyguard came over and respectfully said to Han Muyang, "Fourth Master, there's a twenty-pound limit per person on premium fruit across the street, and the Second Master insists you bring some back before you return home."
Zou Xiaojun was flabbergasted, "They're even imposing a limit? Oh my God."
That's incredible.
Meng Chuyue covered her mouth to laugh.
