"There's ... A problem here. " The yellow-teeth guy walked to the entrance of the shop and pretended to be cautious.
He was a natural actor and a true acting genius. The yellow-teeth felt that his eyebrows were furrowed without any flaws.
It was as if he was a master who had seen something dirty.
His voice was neither loud nor soft, like a whisper, but it allowed the owner who was smoking at the door to hear some words, but not clearly.
With this kind of confusion, coupled with the "knocking" at night, the yellow-teeth knew what the other party was thinking.
As the old saying goes,"if you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts." In fact, this kind of thing had nothing to do with a guilty conscience. The yellow-teeth understood this clearly.
He shook his head and let out a long sigh. Then, he clasped his hands behind his back and was about to leave.
