Bai Xiaosheng nodded, and the two of them dashed off.
Bai Yuefeng had no choice but to follow, muttering nonstop, "What's there to see? It's all just old junk. Hey, I'm thirsty now, what to do? Let me make it clear first: I'm not asking for water over there, and don't even suggest crashing a branded store for coffee. That's just humiliating! Hey, hey, are you guys even listening to me?"
After arriving, even Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but marvel.
The place was bustling with people, and there were indeed quite a crowd.
At a glance, there were numerous stalls.
As for what was being sold, it had to be said—it was dazzlingly varied and outright eccentric.
Clothes, toys, pots and pans, old relics, all kinds of tools and books—these were still relatively normal.
Tables, chairs, sofas, and gym equipment—still acceptable.
Some stalls even sold various handmade items, including dolls stitched from common materials. Not only were they hideous, but the styles were downright eerie.
