"Haha, come and catch me!" The boy's dazzling golden hair was floating in the air, looking particularly dazzling. The can in his hand was thrown back, and a flash of bright red flashed out, and it all stuck to the faces of the frustrated vendors who were following him. The iron jar was thrown on the ground and followed the boy forward. A long red dividing line immediately appeared in the center of the road. The boy smiled and ran up to the roof. Before leaving, he turned around and bared his teeth at them and made a funny face: "Uncles, I'm leaving first!"