Evie insisted, and her friends gathered around.
Sean was looking at the people who seemed like college students on a group tour, and didn't say much more. He picked up the package and said to Evie:
"You guys go ahead and have fun, I still have to buy some things."
Evie didn't want to part ways, but seeing Sean had already walked away, she joined her companions and continued shopping.
However, she still glanced at Sean's figure from time to time. At this point, Sean was already squatting at a hawksbill stall.
"I bet that guy is a trafficker. He must have special channels to bring things into the country." The earlier glasses-wearing boy suddenly analyzed.
"A trafficker? It doesn't seem like it." Evie didn't believe from the bottom of her heart that Sean was a smuggler.
"Then how do you explain him buying so much? Even if it's for home use, it can't be that much, right? And you see..."
The glasses-wearing boy confidently said:
