"Please show your health code."
At this moment of being stopped, Cheng Guodong and Qin Xin realized how unprepared they were; they hadn't even set up a cell phone for Little Taotie.
Just as they were consumed with regret, they saw Tao Mo take out a tiny mobile watch from his black bag that seemed like Doraemon's magic pocket.
Power on, locate the health code, a series of actions done as if operated countless times before.
Indeed, Tao Mo had practiced these operations countless times at home. He had heard that these two newly-appointed guardian brothers were unreliable bumpkins who hadn't prepared a mobile phone for Little Taotie, so he and the old lady had carefully selected this mobile watch.
