"You, who are you?" Hong Tao looked stunned at the man standing not far ahead, with four folded stools beside him, and Aunt Juan was next to him, holding a folded wooden table in her hand, also smirking secretly.
That pile of cow dung must have been thrown by him!
But the distance seemed a bit far; it might not be possible.
Studying his clean hands, Hong Tao became doubtful again.
Could it be that it wasn't him? Was it some other prankster kid who hit Niu Guiying and then ran away?
Chiang Xiao couldn't help but laugh, "He's the wild man I've been flirting with. How about that? Still want your brother to size me up?"
Upon hearing Chiang Xiao's words, Meng Xinian's breath turned cold, and a fierce light gleamed in his eyes.
What did she mean by that?
Was this woman here to steal a bride?
She actually wanted Little to size up her brother?
