Because he didn't notify her in advance, Shen Zuimo couldn't rest well for the entire afternoon. Running out personally to find her, Xiaofan felt a bit guilty about this.
But when he saw Shen Zuimo take out ten hundred-yuan bills and place them on the table, the situation started to change.
"Where did you get this money?"
Right, how could Shen Zuimo possibly have money? Could it be that she stole it? Robbed someone? Or even killed again?
"Weren't you out of money? I just wandered around these past few days and saw someone hiring temporary help, so I gave it a try. I changed clothes, stood at the door for three hours, and got two hundred, then some girls introduced me to a car show job, stood for an hour and got another three hundred, finally someone wanted me to take a set of photos for fifteen hundred. So making money isn't that hard." Shen Zuimo said indifferently.
