Xia Pingan reached out and grabbed the wrist of one hand.
He turned his head and saw a thin 14 or 15-year-old teenager wearing a gray felt hat and clothes that were stained with raindrops. The teenager was staring at him with a fierce look without any fear.
The two chopsticks in the youngster's hand had already fallen to the ground.
"F * ck, what are you doing? let go!" Not only was the young man not afraid, but he also threatened her fiercely.
Xia Pingan exerted a little force and the young man's face revealed a trace of pain. However, there was also a trace of cunningness hidden in the pain.
ah! the young man shouted loudly, with a strong element of acting. Then, he fell on the dirty ground and twitched all over.
