Chen Fei lowered his head to glance at himself, wearing clothes made of coarse fabric, which felt rough against his skin. Subconsciously, he felt like he hadn't worn clothes like this in a long time.
Am I a peddler?
Chen Fei set down the shoulder pole and was about to see what was on either side of it when people from the surroundings slowly approached, surrounding him.
Chen Fei raised his head, looking at these people with some confusion. There were old and young, men and women, all of them wearing numb expressions as they stared at Chen Fei without speaking, just like that, unflinchingly.
A strange atmosphere gradually permeated the area, causing Chen Fei to furrow his brows slightly.
