Bab 149: self-control

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A day passed. Now, here she was, not daring to breathe loudly. Her eyes were on the numbers flashed by her mobile banking app. The android system was still not as advanced and her phone was a local imitation, so the app frequently crashed, making her eventually phone her bank. When the representative confirmed the figures on her account, Zhang Mei Xing drew in a cold breath before the edges of her lips formed a happy smile. 

"At least the damnable Temple is not too hateful."

The girl went out in a cheery mood and before exiting the church, she donated all the cash she had on her which was roughly three hundred yuan.