Ye Lin finally stepped down from the car, wrapped in a shawl, and gracefully walked into the small shop.
Lin Feng searched for a while and quickly found a bag of something that looked like dried herbs...
Of course, this was obviously not ordinary herbs.
Ye Lin glanced at the bag in Lin Feng's hand, frowned tightly, "Is this all there is?"
Lin Feng surveyed the small shop and casually said, "This shop isn't very large, so logically, there wouldn't be much stock; it should be just these!"
After Ye Lin nodded, she looked at the unconscious shopkeeper knocked out by Lin Feng, took handcuffs from her waist, cuffed him to the legs of the table and chair, then picked up a pot of tea from the table and splashed it onto the shopkeeper's head.
"Ah... Who are you?! What do you want?" The middle-aged shopkeeper suddenly woke up, nervously looking at Lin Feng and Ye Lin, struggling hard to free himself from the handcuffs and trying to escape outside.
