It's over.
Wang Xiaoqi thought.
Why am I so weak? What am I trembling for?
After Wang Xiaoqi spoke, she looked at Lin Murong nervously.
Luckily, Lin Murong was used to it; she was accustomed to various reactions from people standing in front of her.
No choice, ah, that's life.
Lin Murong wore a look of melancholy for a moment.
Then Wang Xiaoqi saw Lin Murong gaze at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, filled with woefulness.
Her heart nearly snapped.
What did he mean by that? Did he not want to sell to her anymore?
Wang Xiaoqi was very tense.
Fortunately, Lin Murong only indulged in a moment of melancholy before she exchanged for her.
When Wang Xiaoqi got the exchange, she was a bit incredulous.
Could it be this simple, really this simple? Did she just get the exchange like that?
"What's the matter? You got a story?" Lin Murong struck a posture that was perfect for listening to gossip.
