The visitors were all abuzz, their eyes fixed on the red-headed shrimp.
The red-headed shrimp, who was originally standing, was suddenly pressed down by the man in the windbreaker, becoming like a print on the floor, transformed into a mural.
That's right.
The red-headed shrimp was gone, directly affixed to the ground, his limbs pinned down, leaving only his mouth and eyeballs able to move.
This scene was as bizarre as it gets.
Shen Xin looked down at the red-headed shrimp's condition with a trace of astonishment on her face. She wasn't scared, she even extended her right foot and lightly stepped on the red-headed shrimp's head, then she looked up at the man in the windbreaker.
"I'm sorry to have startled you!"
The man in the windbreaker apologized with a smile, pleased that the girl with the bun didn't show fear. Just as he was about to invite her for lunch, the sound of hurried footsteps approached.
