It was a dark, windy night in Junyun Garden Area. A tall man with a pitch-black face blended in with the darkness around him.
"Youngest, going shopping?"
An enthusiastic uncle who was out for a walk greeted Yu Minglang. Even the Pekingese on the leash seemed to sense the hostility radiating from Yu Minglang's oncoming presence, hiding behind its master and leaving only a trembling little bottom.
Yu Minglang had a black plastic bag in his hand, and the anger radiated so intensely that even the dog could sense it.
"Yeah." Normally, he would chat with these familiar neighbors and elders for a bit, but now he didn't stop his pace.
"This kid, why so in a hurry?" The uncle shook his head and watched Yu Minglang hurry away.
Yu Minglang didn't want to be in such a rush, but Xiao Mei, who was in the bathroom, might need him.
