Third Madam Quan was unconvinced, her doubts lingering. "You be quiet. I want to hear my son speak for himself. If it's not his own voice, I won't believe it. Why can't I understand what Xiaoyong is saying?"
The Little Daoist Su Chaoyang said, "That will cost extra. One hundred thousand for the call."
What? This Little Daoist! Why doesn't he just go rob someone? To think he'd wait until I met him to jack up the price like this—it's outrageous!
But she was already here. How could Third Madam Quan bear not hearing her son's voice? At this point, never mind one hundred thousand; even if it were a million, she had no choice but to scan the code and pay.
Third Madam Quan raced against time, scanning the code to pay.
DING. The payment was successful.
Third Madam Quan, frustrated, demanded, "Hurry up and let me hear my son's voice."
"Alright, coming right up."
