By rights, Duan Yun didn't queue overnight, so the number he got should be one of the later ones.
But now, in his hand, there was a number that he could use immediately.
"Now, at this moment?"
Duan Yun looked at the number in his hand and asked.
The Red House Girl responsible for distributing the numbers said, "Of course, at this moment, take your beloved number and go find your sister to play with."
His special treatment instantly made those who queued with him feel jealous.
Especially because these people had mocked him before, their jealousy grew even more intense.
"What's the big deal, it's just sheer luck, he got a beloved number."
"Exactly, he's a foreigner, got lucky this time, unlike us who live here and can queue every time."
"Sigh, daring to offend Lord Hai and still take a beloved number, really."
When mentioning "Lord Hai," the man couldn't help but puff out his chest and made a respectful salute.
