Selling Fish Qiang's stall was a mess, the fish and shrimp raised in the tank had all spilled out, some dead, some flopping desperately on the ground.
Because the incident had just happened and Selling Fish Qiang was seriously injured, there was no time yet to tidy up.
"Ah, if only these people had come fifteen minutes earlier!"
If he had handed over the merchandise, even if the vegetable people had escaped right under his nose, it wouldn't have been his responsibility.
Lin Baici and his group exchanged glances.
What Selling Fish Qiang said was essentially like telling a fishmonger that his lobsters had run off, and he couldn't sell them anymore!
Who the hell would believe that?
Luckily, this was in God's ruins, where some illogical things exist, otherwise, Lin Baici's big feet in climbing boots would have been kicking Selling Fish Qiang's face already.
"Speaking of which, what exactly are 'vegetable people'?"
Kim Myungjin was curious.
