Su Xiaoxiao has completely given up hope for the lottery business.
No matter how hard she tries, her bad luck hands never draw anything good.
"Xiaoxiao, shouldn't you be going to work?"
As she was feeling frustrated, Liu Cuilan's voice suddenly rang in her ears.
With that reminder, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly realized—oh no, she's going to be late for work.
She immediately hopped on her bicycle, didn't bother to grab her steamed buns, and pedaled madly, nearly sparking the pedals off.
As she rode to the village entrance, a few village ladies were gossiping about the morning's events.
Seeing Su Xiaoxiao ride over from afar, they couldn't help but wear gossiping expressions.
Facing the old ladies' gossiping eyes, Su Xiaoxiao sucked in a cold breath. If she got caught up with them, she might not be able to leave until noon.
Her forehead twitched, and she continued to accelerate, drifting past the village entrance.
Village ladies: What just drifted past us?
