Coming out of a large bank, Zhou Jiao nodded slightly to a petite girl in the coffee shop opposite, then took a roundabout route, removed her disguise, and came back to the coffee shop within five minutes.
Walking briskly in the country known as the Peace Capital, no amount of chocolate or condensed milk cheese could stir any longing in Zhou Jiao.
... She missed home.
She missed the three important men in her life, missed all her family and friends, missed her familiar homeland. Whenever she saw black-haired, yellow-skinned pedestrians on the street, she wanted to give them a hug.
It was already the hot summer season, having left in May, missing a father and daughter’s birthday. She wondered if her dad ate more of the noodles she had left.
"Here..." Hu Xiaohui’s eyes lit up as she saw Zhou Jiao enter from under the cover of an umbrella next to a small round table. Looking closely at Zhou Jiao’s smile, she knew she had succeeded.
Zhou Jiao shot her a sideways glance. She had worked hard, carefully doing bank transactions with foreigners, and Hu Xiaohui just had to watch from here—it was truly unfair!
This time she had two companions, but one was off handling other affairs, leaving Hu Xiaohui to accompany her. Yet, this girl ignored the rules, hiding in the opposite coffee shop for afternoon tea.
But this also showed she trusted herself, which pleased Zhou Jiao. Otherwise, with someone tailing her from two hundred meters away every day, how could she seize the opportunity to withdraw money?
During this time, she passed through two countries and withdrew almost everything from several bankbooks; looking forward, even if she can’t go abroad again, her money won’t be embezzled by foreigners, which satisfied her greatly.
"Do you think your dad knows about this? Is his salary enough for you to have afternoon tea?"
Hu Xiaohui chuckled, "I just ordered a glass of plain water, and look, that waiter keeps looking at me."
Never judge a book by its cover.
This guy has many masks—such shameless behavior is no surprise to Zhou Jiao now. She recalled how Shi Dashen assured her that the girl’s combat skills could protect her, so she could confidently accompany her. Observing the girl’s petite figure, she was secretly amazed.
"Poor people lack courage. Someday when this old lady has money, she’ll beat them with it."
Zhou Jiao gestured for her to lower her voice. This girl could converse quietly moments ago, yet when excited, her voice immediately escalated. As for her talk of beating people with money?
Better to rest! Even though she quietly withdrew a lot of money, she dared not easily flaunt it. Here, big tycoons are common; withdrawing tens of thousands at a bank wouldn’t even garner a second glance.
"You should think about happy things. Look at the religious days when you can eat and drink for free—isn’t it great? Also, people from every country are here, allowing us to meet people from around the world. Isn’t that exciting?"
Hu Xiaohui disdainfully asked, "Who was it that said they missed home yesterday?"
Zhou Jiao looked at her resentfully. She really couldn’t play along; was it necessary to poke people’s hearts like that!
Hu Xiaohui gleefully watched Zhou Jiao.
Truth be told, she quite admired this girl. Facing sudden environmental changes without a hint of anomaly, she persisted with eating the worst bread, living a life like a monk.
Thinking about it, she said earnestly, "We’re leaving soon; do you want to buy something to take back? I have some money left."
Zhou Jiao glanced gratefully at her; she had never lacked money, but she was still moved by the other’s good intentions.
She shook her head and smiled, "No, things are too expensive here."


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