After failing to capture good videos of the children, Qian Qi went to the service desk to buy a snapshot of the moment the children passed the high slope.
Upon returning, Su Ang had already counted the number of children. These little guys didn't seem fazed by the roller coaster, as they were children who had sat on rooftops without safety measures, riding the Moon Silver Demon Wolf in Wang Wei's poems, children governed by the Ancient Greek gods of flair and fearlessness. Such small slopes were nothing to them.
Except there's one kid who looked a bit unwell.
"What's wrong?" Qian Qi nudged the kid, "Feeling uncomfortable?"
The kid gave Qian Qi a resentful look and held up the snapshot, "There was a little cutie in front of me, and the fifty bucks in their hand kept hitting my face."
Qian Qi: ?
