Chapter 1838 Sell Fruits

Ugh. As angry as I am, I still have to come up with a solution. Regaining her composure, Charlize dialed Cindy's number, speaking ingratiatingly. “Cindy, are you awake yet?”
Yesterday, Cindy was utterly exhausted, having plucked so much fruit that her hands were blistered.
Early in the morning, just as the sky lit up, she left her bed and borrowed a small knife from a villager. With swift, precise movements, she used the knife to scrape off her manicure. It was a new one she did before setting off on her journey yesterday. However, after doing some labor yesterday, she realized the manicure was quite a hindrance to her ability to perform.