"Hello, I'd like to buy some clothes for a child, I see your shop is closed, could..."
"Click, beep beep beep..."
Before Meng Guangyuan could finish his sentence, the person on the other end hung up abruptly, and he vaguely heard them curse, calling him crazy.
Meng Guangyuan sighed, but he was not discouraged; there's always hope.
He got on the electric scooter parked by the roadside, twisted the throttle, and continued to drive forward.
The night grew deeper, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street. Most of the shops were already closed, with only the streetlights casting a warm yellow glow.
Not long after, he saw another small shop with a "Children's Clothing" sign lit up. He quickly stopped his scooter, wrote down the contact number on the store's sign, and called again.
