Wen Ying didn't expect the two officers to be so cooperative. 'If they had insisted she was talisman painting, she would have never admitted it.'
"One dose of medicine is one thousand."
"We know your prices. Can we get twenty sheets to start?"
"Of course. Please wait a moment, you two."
The two men and Uncle Zhang stood to the side. Uncle Zhang's face was filled with pride, as if this child now serving the country was his own daughter.
"Little Ying is probably about to draw. Let's not make a sound."
The two police officers nodded. They understood, they got it. This kind of work could absolutely not be interrupted. It had to be done in one go to be effective!
Wen Ying took out twenty sheets of Yellow Paper, pulled the ballpoint pen tucked into her hair bun, and sat down.
She scribbled and sketched.
In less than five minutes, Wen Ying stacked the twenty sheets of Yellow Paper and walked over to the two men.
"I can pay by scanning a code, right?"
