Although that's what was said, the watermelon field in front of them really looks particularly lush, with each striped little watermelon round and plump, making one fantasize about how thin the skin must be, and how juicy the flesh.
A group of people leaned over the fence, like prairie dogs, craning their necks to look, and couldn't help but feel hungry.
Mrs. Xiao Cai was still unwilling to give up: "We should ask later since we're already here. If each of us buys one, it's not like they're not gaining from it. How can the seller ignore easy money?"
Just as they were talking, Chen Yunyun suddenly exclaimed, "Look, look!"
Everyone turned their heads to see a group of people in matching uniforms striding over from the other end of the slope.
They were lined up by height, with short hair and slightly dark skin, wearing the same black uniforms—which, to be precise, were just simple training outfits, paired with equally simple boots.
