"Little sister, what do you think of bumper cars? They're pretty nerve-racking and exciting too," Amon said stiffly, making one last struggle.
"Pfft, why not suggest the Carousel?"
"That's good, that's good." Amon nodded frantically.
Xia Mi ignored him and dragged him toward the queue winding like a long dragon, looking too excited to contain herself.
"Don't be silly. If you're scared, you're scared. There's nothing embarrassing about admitting it. I won't think my brother is a coward, and I won't be sad just because you won't ride with me."
Resigned to his fate, Amon bought two tickets.
"Yay, we're even in the front row!" Xia Mi cried out in delight.
Amon fastened the safety bar tightly. At that moment, he calmed down instead and glanced at Xia Mi in the seat beside him. Her face was brimming with excitement as she eagerly anticipated the moment they would plunge toward the ground in the wind.
"That phone shop was a little strange."
"Hm? The phone shop?"
"The compensation came through way too smoothly. Less than a minute after I sent them my bank account number, they transferred the money. No stalling, no excuses."
"Maybe they wanted to settle things quietly and recover the evidence we have as soon as possible. If it turned into a public controversy, it could affect their brand reputation and sales," Xia Mi guessed.
"It's still strange... Do you remember that woman who crashed into us before? The two situations give me a similar feeling... They both seem rich and extravagant. A business that exists to make money should be counting every penny."
"You're overthinking it. They're a big foreign company. Foreigners care most about business integrity."
Amon shook his head slightly. "Read less Yilin Magazine."
A force pressed him into his seat as the roller