The mailbox wasn't large, made entirely of wood, standing one and a half feet high, with a width of less than a foot, and a delivery slot about one or two inches wide. Below it was a small door that could open and close, but it was locked with a lock.
"Brother, what do you think, should we pick the lock?"
Yuan Zhaodi looked at the bronze lock on the small door of the mailbox, felt that it would be easy to pry open as long as they could find an iron rod.
Yuan Pandi, upon seeing the bronze lock, also thought of the idea of picking the lock.
"Let's go over and take a look first!"
Yuan Pandi nodded slightly and started walking forward.
"Brother, wait!"
Yuan Yindi grabbed the hands of his brothers, stopping them.
"Xiao Wu, what's up?"
"Brother, Fourth Brother, even if you want to go over and check it out, at least tidy yourselves up a bit first. If someone sees what you look like, and something happens to the mailbox, what if someone reports us? What will we do?"
