The chubby merchant's tragedy wasn't over today.
Not even five minutes after Ren Zhong left, Zheng Tian arrived.
Seeing the chubby man from afar, she shouted, "Hey Uncle Wang! What a rare guest! What brings you here?"
Sitting cross-legged on the steps, the chubby merchant Wang Zhaofu listlessly lifted his gaze and waved, "Oh, it's little Tian Tian."
Zheng Tian noticed his wilted demeanor and said, "Uncle Wang, what's wrong? You look like a pickled cucumber."
Wang Zhaofu waved his hand vigorously, "Get lost, you cheeky child. Let me tell you, someone just..."
Five minutes later.
Pfft...
Wang Zhaofu spat blood.
Wasn't this the perfect buyer?
Dammit!
Twenty points vanished!
"You were five minutes late, little Tian Tian!"
"Uncle Wang, I know I was late, Uncle Wang!"
Fatty Wang wasn't the saddest one.
After the outcry, Zheng Tian stood there dumbfounded, pale as ashes.
In silence, she clutched her chest.
