Gu Yundong remembered that he said that he would personally make a trip to the Xuanhe Prefecture in a few days to look for the farmer who made white sugar.
Heh, if you want to go, you have to be able to do it.
As the middle-aged man walked upstairs, Gu Yundong had already found an angle and walked behind a potted plant in the corner.
There was no one there. She was holding the toy gun. Just as the man Xin Zhiyuan called Uncle Wei was about to walk up the last step, she instantly hit his leg.
Uncle Wei felt a sharp pain in his legs and fell to the side uncontrollably.
The waiter was the first to notice that something was wrong. He hurriedly shouted, "Be careful."
He wanted to rush forward to support her, but it was too late.
Uncle Wei wanted to grab the railing with both hands, but he couldn't. He rolled down the stairs.
