If You Don't Pay, You Might Not Be Able to Leave

Lin Yi was already used to the onlookers.

It was the same when he set up his stall at Tangchen First Class.

Some mature young women would probably come over to ask for his phone number in a while and say that they wanted to have a paid physical interaction with him.

Just as Lin Yi had expected, more and more people surrounded him after he set up the stall.

From the elderly up to those who have just learned to walk, everyone gathered around the fruit stand.

No one cared why someone would set up a stall in a place like Wangfujing Street.

They only wanted to know how to contact this handsome little brother.

"That brother selling fruits is so handsome."

The person speaking was a young woman in her twenties, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a trendy pair of grey Yeezys.

"What's the use of being handsome? He's just a fruit seller. The money he earns in a month isn't even enough for you to buy a pair of shoes."