Yin Xiaofan, also standing at seven feet tall, how could he possibly allow a piece of glass to come to harm? This account should be settled on bushy eyebrows, even if it could bring profit.
"Uncle Shi, what do you do?" You don't need my help. Witnessing the incident stirred outrage in the little hero.
Originally, Yin Xiaofan walked slowly, but upon a shout, he really picked up the pace and vanished in the blink of an eye, fearful that people would see them together.
Finding a corner, Yin Xiaofan watched it. The little stick couldn't catch up with him.
Unfortunately, for me, this must have been a terrible moment. Otherwise, how could I have possibly run into a glass master's nephew? Such bad luck. This good person had already abandoned himself; otherwise, his intelligence would be ruined here for life.
Yin Xiaofan took a deep breath and started pacing without a cup, his mood significantly improved.
