The original owner was still using an outdated phone that Susan had discarded; the screen often lagged.
This time, with a flood of messages after booting up, the phone directly crashed.
Su Li couldn't be bothered to turn it back on, a graceful parabolic arc hit the target perfectly.
The phone was thrown directly into the hotel's trash can.
Su Li felt a bit reckless… Clearly only had over 400 yuan in cash, and not only spent over 400 yuan staying at a hotel for one night, but even dared to throw her phone away.
Reckless, truly reckless.
Now only fifty yuan was left, and after leaving the hotel and having a bowl of noodles at the breakfast spot across the street, half of her money was gone instantly, leaving only twenty-five yuan.
Casually picking up a wooden stick discarded next to a trash can by the roadside, along with a piece of white linen, she wrote some words on it, announcing a freshly minted fortune-teller.
