The setting sun dipped below the horizon, painting the edge of the sky in shades of orange and amber, casting a warm evening glow across the faces of the crowds on Temple Street.
"Still owe you 66."
"57."
"We're making a killing this round, only owe 28 now!"
Every time a customer made a purchase, Tóngtóng would chime in happily right beside Jiang Ning.
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