C20 This Person Is Extremely Evil!

The umbrella in the man's hand was quite similar to his own. The dark green colored head of the duck made use of the fact that he was dressed in dark green Tang suit with a pair of black cotton loafers. It really did feel like an ancient book about chivalry.

His own overall arrangement was quite coordinated, but he was a bit out of place when walking under the rows of tall buildings. Although this was an antique street, he still hadn't dressed like he did. He was just an old grandpa with a bird cage in one hand and a pair of Taiji balls in the other.

Quan San was not bad. He had a nose, eyes, and a body full of killing intent, so people would be afraid if they looked at him. He didn't have the courage to go up and talk to him, even if they were curious about his clothes.

On the other hand, he was quite carefree as he strolled back and forth on the bluestone tiled road. In front of the enthusiastic boss, he saw his face that was filled with 'don't talk to me, don't talk' to me, so he didn't dare step forward to greet me. Instead, he let the boss watch him choose to leave by himself.

When Quan San stood up and turned around, he immediately saw Shui Se's stooped body and pointed at something with his butt sticking out.

At that time, Quan San stopped walking and kept looking at Shui Se from a distance with his pair of sinister eyes. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart, like a sponge that was being soaked in water and rapidly expanding. Or was it heaven's will? Why was he able to see this fellow wherever he went?

With a hint of greyish-blue pupils that shrunk to a slit, Quan San felt really happy that Shui Se could come here, he loved the house and the Wu family. He liked China's 5000 years of culture, so he would naturally be happy if someone agreed with him or knew what he liked.

This feeling, just like when you were talking politics with a rotten girl, you would probably talk that rotten girl to sleep. If you were talking to that rotten girl, that guy, that rotten girl would be able to use spittle to drown you.

Just by looking at it, he felt that those who were of common interest to him were quite pleasing to the eye. Looking at that buttocks seemed to be of a higher grade than those who disliked Chinese culture.

They were further away, Quan San couldn't hear the conversation between Shui Se and the old man at all, he could only clearly see the vivid expression and body movements on Shui Se's face. Quan San could only see the vivid expression and body movements on Shui Se's face.

It seemed that Shui Se was still aware of the situation. Quan San was looking forward to the design that Shui Se would hand over to him this time since he could come here to look for inspiration. This guy had the energy to persevere, not only did he not push him to retreat, he even forced him here.

Quan San was not short of money, he just wanted Shui Se to take out the money Third Dad made from taking care of his business. As the compensation for the breach of contract, he could really make Shui Se spit out more than half of it.

The sky was covered by dark clouds, making it seem as if the sky was going to change. Only Shui Se was standing on the small path, happily asking something. It was as if he didn't notice the weather above, and the other pedestrians picked themselves up and left quickly.

In the gloomy weather, Quan San's coarse face didn't make anyone depress him. The sharpness in the man's eyes seemed to become even more glaring. Without any hesitation, Quan San walked towards Shui Se who was still bowing and talking.

Shui Se's concentration and seriousness didn't make him notice Quan San who had already walked behind him. Shui Se, who was actively asking the stall owner, didn't care if someone bumped into him on purpose. He just subconsciously put down one of his hands to tug at his butt and then continued to deal with the old man.

He didn't know that Quan San purposely inserted the tip of the umbrella into the end of his sweater. Quan San intentionally inserted the tip of the umbrella into the end of his sweater.

Ye Zichen looked at the sweater on Shui Se's back that kept on going down, while the creator of it continued to walk forward with light steps while holding onto the thread with the tip of the umbrella.

This sweater was weaved by hand with two sleeves in front and behind. Quan San had torn it to be the piece of sweater behind him, so the one in front of Shui Se was completely undamaged, while the piece behind the sweater went straight down, exposing the back of his waist in a short while. It was a bit cool, but Shui Se didn't take it to heart.

Shui Se, who was completely unaware, squatted down. The more he squatted, the faster the wool at the back fell off, especially since he got up after squatting.

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