A hundred jars!?
Hu Liena's startling words immediately left Xie Yue and Yan stunned.
But they soon both shook their heads.
Too small.
She was thinking far too small.
If she didn't ask for eight hundred or a thousand jars, wasn't she wasting her chance?
Hu Liena also looked at Lin Xiao, brimming with anticipation.
She had even started imagining how she would open a hundred jars. Wouldn't she be hammering until her hands went limp?
What bliss.
"Thump!"
The sharp pain in her forehead dragged her back to reality.
"Ow... that hurts."
Hu Liena clutched her head and cried out, tears welling in her eyes.
She saw Lin Xiao calmly withdrawing his hand.
"Boss, you lied to me. This hand isn't nearly that magical."
"Didn't you say nobody could refuse my requests? But I asked you for jars, and you didn't give me any. Never mind a hundred-you didn't even give me one!"
She argued indignantly, feeling as though she had been cheated.
Trying to exploit a bug, are you!?
With a dark expression, Lin Xiao said, "I forgot to tell you that 'nobody' doesn't include me. Also, this shop reserves the final right of interpretation regarding the jars."
Well, uh...
So basically, whatever you say goes?
Hu Liena froze.
This outcome was completely beyond her expectations. Yet there was nothing she could do.
Even as the esteemed disciple of His Holiness the Pope, she couldn't do anything to Lin Xiao.
Forget it. An arm can't twist a thigh, so I won't bother trying.
Surely I can pick a soft persimmon I can actually squeeze?
With that thought, Hu Liena immediately turned to Yan.
An ominous feeling instantly rose in Yan's heart.
"Gulp."
After swallowing hard, he said, "Nana, what are you going to do?"
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