C390 No Moment for the Elderly

"Your umbrella ? "Hmm?" I looked at Zhao QIu, who was holding open the Chinese rhubarb umbrella. The body of the little boy had disappeared who knows when, and standing in front of the Chinese rhubarb umbrella was a very handsome old man. At first glance, she seemed somewhat familiar.

At this moment, this daoist-robed old man was looking at me and Zhao QIu with a smile and a nod