Because I bought a few extra express packages, the old lady at the inn downstairs asked me for a management fee of 1 million. Fearing that my mania would explode, I didn't argue with her and turned around and went home. Who knew that that night, Mrs. Wang from the inn came to my door and threw an opened box of biscuits on my face. "What kind of junk food did you buy? My grandson has diarrhea and you have to take responsibility." I was so angry that I fell ill on the spot and threw the dean's words behind me. But Mrs. Wang slapped me, "Why are you staring at me? Pay me, pay me quickly." The next second, I laughed.
