Seeing that nothing weird was going on, Qianmo slowly relaxed.
Why was she reminded of him all the time? Luckily, it was just an illusion.
Somewhere nearby, a baby was wailing in the stroller, and the young mother who was holding it glared at the weirdo who had brought her baby to tears.
Squatting behind the stroller, the man scooped out a lollipop with difficulty out of his pocket and gave it to the baby. It was such a conspicuous contrast between his severely paralyzed face and his ridiculous behavior.
The young mother spat at the weirdo and pushed the stroller away. This man had a pleasant countenance, but his brain seemed to be abnormal. What was he doing behind the baby's stroller?
At this moment, the two men who had volunteered to check the balls dragged Lin Xiang out of the room. With a we-did-a-good-thing expression on the face, they announced in the local dialect.
"This man doesn't have the balls!"
