In the pharmacy, Qiu Zi was playing with her phone at the cash register. Outside the door, a group of drunken lowlifes passed by again, laughing shamelessly at the pharmacy's clear glass window as they walked past.
Sister Lan rolled her eyes in displeasure and threw the warm water bag in her hand to Qiu Zi, "Little Zi, help me charge this. It's not warm anymore."
"Oh." Qiu Zi put down her phone to charge the bag for Sister Lan.
Sister Lan looked outside the window, mumbling, "It's really bad luck. You see this pharmacy being in this place, the ones coming to buy medicine all day are either hooligans or drunks, or even hostesses, it's a chaos."
Qiu Zi smiled, "There's no choice, opening here makes money. And, the salary here is much higher than in other pharmacies, the boss is quite generous."
"You're saying that now, but when those hoodlums harass you, why don't you say it then?"
Qiu Zi touched her forehead, and stopped talking.
Bang!
