Damn it!
The sky is filled with advertisements looking for me, printed on a one-yuan bill, with my fingerprints...
Fu Qingjun was stunned like a wooden chicken.
It's absurd!
"If you like it, then it's yours," Professor Naxika said, seeing Fu Qingjun mesmerized, thinking he liked the bill.
"Thank you." Fu Qingjun's expression was not calm.
"Safe travels, everyone."
After bidding farewell to these people, Fu Qingjun felt exceptionally heavy in his heart.
He left the reception room, dealt with some gang errands, and rushed directly home, went upstairs, and closed the door to his room.
Taking out ink for a fountain pen, he pressed a handprint onto paper, then began comparing it with the entire bill.
Right index fingerprint.
Fu Qingjun reached a conclusion.
Almost a perfect match.
"A universe wanted notice?" His mind was somewhat blank.
If it was just suspicion before, now it was completely certain, that he had sent Jiaxia to a distant prehistoric past.
Whoosh!!
