At Panjiayuan's stalls, a young man kept spinning nonstop.,The white undershirt is a little bit yellowish from being washed repeatedly, and because it's out of shape, the neckline is incredibly big. It's almost gone.,When Zhao Xuan saw the two things, his heart pounded wildly because these two things were not unfamiliar to him. In fact, no one in this world knew them better than he did.。