"Whose stuff is this?"
Wu Xiaoshan felt his blood boiling as he immediately strode over and asked loudly.
After shouting, he looked around and saw a curly-haired middle-aged woman approaching from a nearby stall.
"Who are you, and why are you making such a fuss?"
The curly-haired woman came over, glanced at Wu Xiaoshan and Xin Lei, and immediately raised her voice, shouting back.
Xin Lei slightly frowned, stepped in front of Wu Xiaoshan, and said in a firm tone, "Sister, this is our stall. If these things are yours, please move them away quickly."
Hearing this, the curly-haired woman rolled her eyes at the two of them and responded rudely.
"The trade fair doesn't start until tomorrow, so what's the problem with my things being here?"
The logic of the curly-haired woman left both of them completely dumbfounded.
She wasn't wrong; the trade fair indeed started the next day.
But that didn't mean they didn't have the right to use the booth today!
