Su Xiaofan wasn't in a rush to the restroom, but his right eyelid was twitching uncontrollably. The last time he experienced this was when he was eleven years old, in fifth grade. Back then, for an assignment on doing good deeds, Su Xiaofan had insisted on helping an eighty-year-old woman who had just crossed the street. He pushed her back across the road and she fell hard, resulting in a chase from the woman's grandson down three streets. If he hadn't known the area well, he would have definitely gotten a beating.,"Xiaofan, what's going on here" Zheng Dagang, standing nearby, sensed something was amiss. He initially thought these people were interested in the items at Su Xiaofan's stall, but after hearing their conversation with the middle-aged man, he realized they were not here for good.,“Did you issue a receipt” Zheng Dagang was taken aback and immediately glared at Su Xiaofan. This kid usually seemed so cunning, how could he make such a blunder at this crucial moment How could they possibly issue receipts to customers And even specifying the year Wouldn’t that just invite trouble when people came looking for them。