There was no one at the checkout counter, and the bookstore was as quiet as a big freezer. Le Wen Elliot Huang rubbed his arms and frowned, feeling that the pores on his face were shrinking one by one, and the heat on his body disappeared immediately.
Lu Bandit, who was walking next to Huang Dandan, glanced around to make sure he didn't notice any danger, and then the wrinkles between his eyebrows relaxed a little.
At the end, Zhang Yiyi couldn't help but sneeze, "Do you want to freeze the pork when the air conditioner is set so low?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a series of footsteps inside, from far to near, and soon a slender young man walked out from behind the bookshelf.
It's Lao Zhang's son Xiaojie.
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