After looking at it for a while, Wang Yintong stood up and put the low-gluten flour in his hand into the small cart.

She clapped her hands, ready to go to the freezer to look at the butter again.

Before she started, the row of shelves suddenly tilted and pressed towards her.

Wang Yintong hurriedly raised her left arm to block it, but the top row of fans on the shelf fell with a crackle, and it hurt her a little.

A man behind him saw ......

"The Sound of the Strings" 135.

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