C111 Punk

Jiang Yan casually glanced over the items on the street stall, feigning interest as he picked through them.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but snicker, "Is there really anything worth choosing? It's all counterfeit. Whatever you grab, it's all the same."

Xu Fengjiao chimed in, "Dropping three thousand Hong Kong dollars on a bunch of fakes? Jiang Yan, have you lost your mind?"

Ignoring their comments