As Yan Xinxin's resolute words echoed in the air, the crowd froze momentarily.
The crew-cut woman was dumbstruck.
Behind her?
What was behind her?
What did this skinny pole mean by saying that?
Puzzled, everyone turned their heads in the direction Yan Xinxin had pointed to.
"Oh no!"
The crew-cut woman's son, after discerning what was there, instantly felt a sense of doom.
The scowling look on the crew-cut woman's face immediately softened.
It turned out to be a surveillance camera!
"So, does Auntie Barrel still insist?"
Yan Xinxin parted her lips and calmly asked, her fresh and exquisite face carrying a hint of arrogant amusement.
"If Auntie Barrel continues to insist it was me, this skinny pole, who bumped into you, then I, this skinny pole, am happy to accompany you to the very end."
"..."
The crew-cut woman's plump face began contorting into an awkward expression.
Yan Xinxin didn't waste any more time, gently lowering her gaze to look at her little treasure.
