"How do you know that?"
Li Ang's eyes bulged as his palm continuously pulled out all sorts of sundries from the void and placed them on the table: clothes drying racks, meat hooks, black kitchen trash bags, disposable rubber gloves, disinfectant fluid, dental floss sticks, and red wine.
There was even a loudspeaker commonly used by street vendors—if the script's world didn't ban electronic products, it would shout the advertisement, "It's 9.9! Everything for 9.9! For 9.9, you can't go wrong! For 9.9, you won't get ripped off!"
Considering that anything could happen in the script's world, Li Ang had indeed stuffed almost half a shop's worth of 9.9-priced bargain goods into his Automated Pet Box's storage space, just in case.
"Should I praise you for being a Doraemon with a four-dimensional pocket?" Wanli Fengdao's eye twitched. He glanced at the bottle of red wine with the English label and grimaced. "Putting everything else aside, can this wine also be 9.9?"
