"This is just a small business, I don't make much..." The malatang stall owner was still talking, but the bald man and his companion had already left.
She stomped her foot in anger and muttered a few curses.
Kyle Morgan and Zachary Conway shared a look of exasperation.
'People like that are just awful.'
When Kyle Morgan saw the two heading in the direction of Grace Holland's home, he quickly told Zachary Conway to follow them while he paid for the malatang.
"Thirteen yuan." Seeing that he'd barely eaten, the malatang stall owner asked, "To go?"
Kyle Morgan thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure."
The malatang stall owner quickly packed it up.
Kyle Morgan scanned a payment for fifteen yuan. "Thanks."
The malatang stall owner said hurriedly, "You paid too much. It was thirteen. I'll send the change back to you."
"Don't worry about it." Kyle Morgan took the to-go bag. "I'm off."
The malatang stall owner took out her phone, only to see that he had already left.
