Fortunate Eighties: The Bewitching Female Rival Who Tamed Her Husband with Skill

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Damn Human Trafficker.

“Wow, what a coincidence, comrade! It’s you guys! Are you also heading to the Capital?”

When Susu and the others were sitting on the lower bunk having a meal, a man peered over with his neck extended.

“Comrade, it’s me—the person who was almost robbed at the train station entrance. It was you who timely threw the durian shell that left the thief with a bloody face.”

The man was gesturing excitedly.

Susu glanced at the familiar briefcase, then remembered—he was the same clueless guy who was almost robbed at the train station yet could still chat cheerfully with others.

“Comrade, lucky for me you were there. Otherwise, I could have been robbed of everything, not even a penny left. I probably wouldn’t even have money to get home, which would really be a case of ‘the heavens don’t respond, the earth doesn’t care.'”

The man said while alternating between snot and tears, thinking if something happened to him, his old mother, wife, and kids would cry their eyes out.

Susu waved his hand, “No worries. We were almost robbed by that guy last time too, so I recognized him immediately.”

“But how could that be okay? If it weren’t for you, comrade, who knows where I’d be crying right now.”

The man immediately dug into his pocket, insisting on thanking Susu.

After a lot of pushing back and forth, and fearing it might draw the attention of others, Susu reluctantly accepted ten banknotes just to acknowledge the man’s gratitude.