Just as she held her phone, looking worriedly at the night scene outside the window, the car drove past a small street lined with many vendors.
Many vendors were selling toys, fireworks, late-night snacks, and roasted sweet potatoes...
Compared to the bustling outside the previous shopping mall, this small street appeared much quieter, with only a few pedestrians stopping in front of the stalls.
Seeing this, Summer Shawcross suddenly had a brainwave, remembered something, and hurriedly spoke to the driver.
"Please stop the car!"
"Okay, ma'am!" The driver responded and then slowly pulled the car over to the roadside.
Summer Shawcross pushed the car door open and got out, her gaze immediately fixed on the small stall selling fireworks.
They were mostly small sparklers or ground fountains. Compared to the big fireworks that soared high into the sky, these small fireworks seemed more unique.
