Bab 848: Ten Points

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Engines hummed outside the pet shop, followed by vibrations of wheels running over the sidewalk.　　

Sihwa opened the curtain and saw the Wuling Hong Guang, which was always parked at the entrance, heading east.　　

She knew it had to be Zhang Zian driving. He always drove to the beach at that hour of the day to collect the harvest––rare fish, shrimp, and so on––from the fishermen.　　

The pet shop was close to the beach, yet his round trip would take at least half an hour if he returned empty-handed. If the harvest was plentiful, it might take more than an hour.　　

The pet shop had just opened. The young boys and girls were doing their routine cleaning on the first floor, making noises while they moved chairs and vacuumed the floor.　　

Nobody would come upstairs at that hour. Sihwa picked up her phone happily and activated the live broadcast app.