C294 You Are My Little Apple

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up. He had already arrived at the commercial house that he had seen before. With a "whoosh" sound, a row of shelves shot out from both sides of the Black Ball. However, most of them were empty. There was only a box on one of the shelves.

Seeing the words written on the box, Yang Xuan's eyebrows twitched. It was written on the box, "Yang Xuan, VIP." Damn it, VIP