Lu huaijiang's face was frighteningly black.
When the stall owner said this, he knew that things were going to be bad.
He didn't look carefully just now, only seeing that the young master had red lips and white teeth, his aura was outstanding, and he was probably a son of a prestigious family.
The little girl beside him was soft and cute, and she was not even as tall as his waist.
He only thought that she was his daughter.
At this moment, the young master's face was cold, and the surrounding atmosphere seemed to be shrouded in a layer of frost. The stall owner shuddered and couldn't hand over the lantern in his hand.
The young man bent down and picked up the girl beside him. He glared at him fiercely and walked away.
"Phew ... You scared me to death." In the middle of winter, in that instant, the stall owner felt as if the young man was about to gouge his eyes out.
