"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi." Just as Yin Xiaofan was about to leave, a shout suddenly came from behind.
Turning around, he saw a small magic wand waving at Yin Xiaofan and running towards him.
Looking at the little God Stick, Yin Xiaofan's face changed slightly. He hadn't thrown away the dead glass, so he picked it up.
"Wait a minute, please wait a minute." Behind the stick, a salesman was chasing it.
What was this all about? Yin Xiaofan was puzzled, but the commotion here had quickly attracted a lot of attention.
Yin Xiaofan's face also changed slightly, hoping no one realized his connection to the dead glass, otherwise there would be a misunderstanding.
Yin Xiaofan didn't hesitate to run away, fearing being entangled by the small magic wand, which would be trouble.
"Uncle Shi, don't run, I have something for you." Seeing Yin Xiaofan run up, the small magic wand called out urgently.
