The cashier girl's voice suddenly got stuck.
She recognized Ge Qiang.
Or to be more precise, she recognized the scar on Ge Qiang's forehead and the clothes he wore that looked like someone who had just come out of prison.
Her expression froze for a second, and then the corners of her mouth curled down, showing a trace of disgust.
"I want the cheapest burger."
Ge Qiang said.
His voice was a little hoarse.
He hadn't spoken for three days, and his throat felt like it had been sandpapered.
The girl didn't move.
