Xiang Ruijun had always known that her stepsister was rich, but she hadn't realized just how rich.
Until today.
She deeply suspected that Liu Yexian's superpower wasn't healing, but rather "throwing money around."
When buying rice, she went straight to the factory to purchase wholesale, having it shipped truckload by truckload. The nearby large supermarkets were also swept clean by her bank card: cooking oil, flour, ultra-long shelf-life compressed biscuits, instant noodles, seasonings, solar charging panels, basic medicines, water purifiers, candles...
Various plant seeds were bought by the sack.
After preparing food, they also needed self-defense equipment.
Liu Yexian swept through the goods according to the doomsday shopping list they had drawn up last night, her expression solemn.
"If the apocalypse doesn't come..." Xiang Ruijun said, seemingly taking pleasure in her misfortune, "All these things will just rot in our hands."
