Huang An's wrist was grabbed, his face changed abruptly, and when he turned his head, a grizzly and ugly face was right in front of him.
Yu Mao?
If not for the speed and nightfall, Huang An might have reacted faster in the middle of the crowd.
"Hey, kid, what are you feeding this old horse, eggs?"
Yu Mao's large hand swooped in, brazenly snatching the egg from Huang An's hand.
His palm was quite large, gripping five eggs with ease.
If you're not okay with your stuff getting taken, that's called robbery.
Astonished and unhappy, Huang An had to put some embarrassed smile on his face.
The old horse is a gift from my senior sister student, it saved my life once before, I naturally can't treat it poorly."
Yu Mao, hearing this, stared at Huang An in surprise, looking at the old horse with amazement and praising:
"Your senior sister student is indeed generous, even able to gift a horse!"
While praising, he kindly seemed to loosen his grip.
