Cold eyes swept across the room, noticing that those people were finally no longer paying attention to her, Shen Cheng put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and then took out her cellphone from her bag.
She meant to check if the items she bought last night had been received, but as soon as she accessed the website, it showed that the page had crashed.
She refreshed the page several times, but it was futile—it either crashed or showed that the website did not exist.
Thinking it to be a temporary glitch of the website, she didn't worry about it much, and tried reopening the site after a while, but the page still crashed.
She was getting frustrated and was about to close the browser when a message popped up on the crashed page.
Message 1: Baby, don't linger in a mall that has already closed down.
What the hell?
Before Shen Cheng could even ponder, another message popped up: Baby, because of your capricious fun, at least ten people have joined the begging trade.
