At this moment, Lin Sanjiu was confident that Veda had done something to the Pocket Dimension.
The remaining snacks had died down after the first canned potato chip finished speaking. The mustached male figure, the ever-smiling spokesperson, the leopard that was eating corn puff… Numerous faces sat neatly on the shelves, staring at her quietly in the dim light.
"What the hell does it mean by picking the correct packet of chips?"
In merely a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu had lost sight of the canned potato chip. She paranoidly scanned the shelves over and over again from top to bottom.
"Tell me! What am I supposed to do?" Her voice dropped to a low growl.
The shelves remained silent; there was no response from the snacks.
