Early the next morning, Vivian used the excuse to buy personal belongings to go out. To make sure no one was following, Vivian walked around the market. She conveniently bought what she saw to suit her fabricated reasons.
Vivian's watchful gaze carefully surveyed her surroundings. Then, she turned into an alley, going to a lotion stall. Standing behind the counter was a bald, dark-skinned man. Vivian glanced at him, then picked up a bottle. She said:
"Toothpaste must be beaten to sell, it's crazy."
When the man heard Vivian finish speaking, he also said:
"If you hit, you won't be invited to go to the right."
The man's jet-black arm was stretched out in front of him. He took the box from Vivian's hand and stuffed a piece of paper into her hand. The sheet of paper contains nothing but a
