The back door of East Sea University leads right to the night market.
There are students working part-time setting up stalls to sell clothes, as well as plenty of street food vendors.
In order not to draw attention, Jiang Chen had Shi Qianxi park the car in advance and walked to the night market.
He had thought that with her delicate upbringing, she would be uncomfortable with such "commonplace fireworks," but to Jiang Chen's surprise, as he observed quietly, she did not show any sign of resistance or disgust. Instead, she looked around curiously.
"Only one hundred and fifty yuan for two pieces of clothing?"
Shi Qianxi stared at an advertising board set up by a vendor not far away, her face filled with surprise.
Those words were even handwritten.
"Incredible, isn't it?"
Jiang Chen laughed softly.
Rich houses filled with the smell of wine and meat, while some lay frozen dead in the streets.
