Chapter 1840 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.