At the end of July, as soon as the tickets for Yan Qiusheng's solo concert went on sale, they were snapped up in seconds.
Shen Jianian had set an alarm early, but when it was time to pay, the interface froze. By the time she finally refreshed it, all the tickets were gone, not a single one left.
Even though she had mentally prepared herself, she didn't expect this to happen.
Wearing a nightgown and shuffling in slippers, Shen Jianian rushed into Pei Che's room, holding her phone, and asked him, "Did you manage to get the tickets?"
Pei Che had just come out of the bathroom after a shower, dressed in loose shorts and a t-shirt, with a dry towel on his shoulder for drying his hair.
Seeing his relaxed state, Shen Jianian knew there was little hope, and with slumped shoulders, she said, "I'll check online to see if someone is willing to sell them. I'll pay a high price."
If it doesn't work out, she would find a scalper...
