Standing at the entrance to the flea market, Chen Xiaolian and Qiao Qiao could not help but turn to look at each other.
This was…
Truly a flea market!
It was a broad open street area without any buildings in its surrounding area. Awakened ones were scattered throughout the wide-open space. Some of them erected their booths by spreading a layer of cloth or newspaper on the ground. Then, they hung a signboard with badly written words and just stood there waiting for deals to be struck.
Some were requesting to buy items and some were selling items. There were even those who were seeking information. Chen Xiaolian saw one that made him feel absurd. What he saw was a missing person’s post!
