This wasn't quite what they'd agreed on. Lan Yibing snatched the phone back and stared at his account, utterly miserable. "How did you know my account and password?"
"I'm a god, after all!" Little Fatty said. Reading minds really was no trouble at all.
Holy shit. "But you don't have an account. How did you transfer the money?" That was what galled Lan Yibing most. Do you even have an ID?
"I transferred it to Qin Fen! You still owed him money, didn't you? He only said he didn't mind. He never said he didn't want it!" Little Fatty explained.
Fuck your mother. Lan Yibing was about to lose his mind. "What does transferring it to him have to do with you?"
Little Fatty chuckled. "Everything. I'll ask him for it later and tell him it's my money. Qin Fen's a decent guy. He won't cheat me out of it. Even if he does, I'm not scared. I'm a god, after all."
Fuck me. Lan Yibing was going insane. Qin Fen wasn't the idiot; he was. Fairy tales are all lies, and I actually believed them.
There really were three wishes, all right, but they were for the other guy. Heavens, strike this bastard dead with a bolt of lightning! Three million! That was his getaway money.
Lan Yibing glared at Little Fatty through gritted teeth. "You can leave now. Go back to Qin Fen!"
Little Fatty shook his head. "No. The first wish is only half fulfilled, and there are still two more. As a god..." Little Oil Lamp simply ignored the words "trainee candidate." "I have principles! I'm sticking with you!"
Fuck you! "I'm out of money. I can't grant them!" Lan Yibing had nothing left to lose.
"It's fine. We click so well, don't we? I'll give