This is all too chaotic.
He met her extremely shocked gaze not with aggression, but with a bitter smile. "Xixi, don't be afraid. I won't do anything…"
She took another step back, her stance still wary.
Around them, people were slowly passing by.
Perhaps it was those same old women again? They wore bright lipstick and wide-legged trousers, carried colorful fans, and possessed a kind of carefully cultivated, charming beauty unique to the elderly.
The woman at the front of the group looked at Wan Donglin, her expression turning to one of surprise after just a single glance.
Wasn't he a poor blind man before? Why has he suddenly transformed into such an impressive figure?
But it was clearly him—his cane still lay beside him, accompanied by a few solitary coins.
No, wait. There's no broken bowl—no props!
