The sky was too dark, and there were hardly any people moving about on Jade Bridge Street.
Qin Huan and seven or eight companions had walked halfway down the street when they saw Yan Qing talking to ants by the roadside. Overjoyed, Qin Huan, holding a box, approached him, "Brother Yan!"
Startled, Yan Qing looked up with displeasure, frowning at the group standing before him. It took him a moment to recognize Qin Huan among them, and he said, annoyed, "Keep it down, will you? You're scaring the poor ants away."
Qin Huan: "..."
What kind of move is this, Brother Yan? Are ants really afraid of loud noises?
Though he didn't understand, he still obediently crouched down and leaned in to ask, "Brother Yan, why are you sitting here?"
Yan Qing was distressed, "I'm protecting them, so they don't get stepped on. Move away, far away."
Qin Huan: "..."
The others: "..."
The ground was pitch-dark, and they had to apologize for their poor eyesight; they really couldn't see any ants.
