The vendor's face twitched. The lantern riddle was a gimmick, and those who could actually solve it were few. Who would've thought that this gentleman in red, the moment he spoke, would surely win the prize. The vendor had ended up losing on these two lamps and couldn't even recover his original cost.
Seeing the vendor's defeated expression, Dong Huiying couldn't help but chuckle. "Come on, let's go light the lamps and release them!"
She was about to pull Shujun and Haoming away when suddenly... "Three tens, not coming out. Guess a word, correct!"
Amidst the noisy and chaotic surroundings, that voice seemed to pierce through the crowd, directly reaching Dong Huiying's ears.
Upon hearing this voice, instinctively, she stopped in her tracks.
Dong Huiying slowly turned around, looking behind her, where she saw a man dressed in white, holding a black glass lamp shaped like an eggplant, adorned with some speckles.
