The elderly man held a lollipop in his left hand and a mouthful of colorful cotton candy in his right, sucking away with glee.
I immediately gave up on pressing Xiao Li for answers and approached the elder, "The devil is your disciple, Elder Zhang Zidao; has your wallet been stolen? How did you get yourself into such a disheveled state?"
In less than half a month, the same man who would sit in business class seats on high-speed trains worth over a thousand yuan.
The Zhang Zidao who wore custom-tailored Sun Yat-sen suits, exuding pride and strictness from every pore, how did he end up looking so pitiable?
If it weren't for his familiar calling of "good disciple," I would have thought I had encountered his twin brother.
"Realm of Simplicity, the heart of a rascally child."
Yu Longting slowly uttered eight words.
