"Of course! Since your old man won't teach you manners, I will do it on his behalf!" Wang Bapi immediately shouted.
With a snap, Zhou Wencai folded his folding fan. He stared at Wang Bapi's eyes with an ambiguous smile. Instead of anger, he laughed. Immediately after, he called out to someone, "Xiao Tong, come here!"
Immediately, an adorable 11 or 12-year-old boy with a round face, a round head, and a slightly round body squeezed through the crowd. He bent over and put his hands on his knees. He asked, panting, "young master, what's the matter?"
Zhou Wencai noticed the grease on his face and said in a slightly disdainful manner, "how many chicken legs did you eat just now? Look at your greasy face. Bring it over. "
Xiao Tong immediately said, "Five chicken legs." Then, he took out a paper bag from his arms unwillingly and said reluctantly, "young master, I only have this chicken leg left. Can I not hand it over?"
