Yang Lezhi refused to give up and sent Xu Baiyan another confession text message.
He typically sent this type of text message a hundred times a day.
"Sir, please wait, please wait a moment!"
Suddenly, the waitress rushed out again, seemingly afraid Yang Lezhi would leave.
"Sorry, I made a mistake earlier.
"You won the first prize, which is a 5000 yuan stored value card. I carelessly gave you the second prize card instead.
"Here's the 5000 yuan card, can you return the 1000 yuan one to me? Thank you."
The waitress said timidly.
The money is trivial.
But fate, it's a matter of life and death.
Yang Lezhi stiffly returned the stored value card to the waitress.
Then he sat on the ground, lost in deep thought about life.
Is fate truly so terrifying?
Is Xu Baiyan really my destined woman?
What should I do!
What should I do!
Yang Lezhi stood up, planning to return to school first. The matter of Xu Baiyan was too dreadful.
He felt like he was cursed by something.
