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Moreover, there weren't many shops open on Cooking Class Snack Street.

Clearly, it was because of the sudden weather change, which resulted in hardly anyone coming out to play at night, and even the shops on Cooking Class Snack Street didn't open.

"There's nobody here."

Song Wei looked at the empty long street, her delicate face covered by a mask feeling somewhat despondent; although, when coming here, one needs to wear a mask, and nobody could see Song Wei's face.

But Song Wei had still dressed up painstakingly for half an hour to come here.

She had not expected there to be nobody here.

Wang Ye glanced at the dejected expression on Song Wei's face and tapped his phone a few times, then directly dialed a number. After speaking a few words, Wang Ye hung up the call.

Turning his gaze to Song Wei, he smiled and said, "It's alright, someone will come soon."