Zhao Rui said with a smile,
"Being short on cash is your problem. What are you asking me for? If you don't practice martial arts, then just sit tight!"
"Oh, no problem. Goodbye, Aunty!"
Zhao Rui said with a smile on his face.
Hearing him call her "sister" earlier and then "Aunty," the crowd burst out laughing.
"You…"
The woman huffed twice, turned, and got off the bus.
The few high school students in the back row exchanged helpless glances and also followed the group off the bus.
After they left, Zhao Ke silently glanced at his brother, a look of confusion in his eyes.
Zhao Rui couldn't help but roll his eyes. He shot his brother a glare and whispered, "I may have learned martial arts to save lives, but not to be a do-gooder for just anyone."
Zhao Ke, somewhat confused, let out an "oh" and didn't say anything more.
A short while later, those high school students returned to the bus, fuming and cursing under their breath:
