The old man raised his hand and pushed the Xiao Chaihu Granules in Hua Mi's hand back,
"Don't bother with the change, actually, we should be giving you more money. It's just that we are old and don't carry much cash on us."
All their cash was stored in the bank, but now that there were no cell signals and no internet, they couldn't withdraw their funeral savings.
So, with great embarrassment, they had only given Hua Mi twenty dollars.
The old man's wife standing next to him took hold of Hua Mi's wrist and whispered,
"Run along, good child, hurry."
Just a young girl, she completely failed to see the human perils around her. Looking at those hungry, covetous people, none of them would make it past the barrier.
The appearance of a young woman selling supplies at this time had obvious consequences.
But for Hua Mi to leave now was clearly too late. She was surrounded by people.
Those who had been lining up to pass the obstacle crowded around her.
