Early morning.
Feng Jinglei, who came out of the Qin Mansion, was truly hungry.
Since yesterday, she'd only had a hamburger in the morning and hadn't eaten anything since.
Luckily, the Qin Mansion wasn't far. After exiting the upscale villa area, it was only a ten-minute walk to the city center.
At nine in the morning, many breakfast shops were still open. Feng Jinglei smelled the aroma of buns from afar, and her stomach rumbled, making her even hungrier.
Looking at the bun shop in the nearby alley, Feng Jinglei dragged her suitcase and eventually walked over.
However, just as she reached into her pocket to take out the remaining dozen or so yuan, her hand froze as it touched the pocket.
She had changed her clothes, so the money she put in the pocket yesterday… was gone.
Thinking of this, and looking at those delicious buns, Feng Jinglei swallowed, for the first time, in front of food, gulping down repeatedly.
