"This time I've seen it clearly, completely intact," Xuerou slowed her actions and shook the brand-new banknote, making the "shara" sound of paper money, "See it clearly."
The tricycle driver smirked, still such a simpleton, fooled twice and yet still falling for it, if not taking down such a plump sheep then when.
He took over the banknote, pretending to inspect it, secretly slipping out a fake hundred-yuan note from between his fingers, just about to exchange it, when "ouch", he was kicked out of the door.
Real and fake money all fell to the ground, knowing trouble had ensued, the driver scrambled up on his legs.
He had barely gotten up when he took another kick in the back, his hand was twisted by someone. The tricycle driver turned to curse back but was fiercely slapped by Zhang Yiyi who had just realized what happened.
