When Qin Hai stood up, all the underlings saw him and their eyes instantly bulged.
Their gazes, their expressions, it was as if Qin Hai had been genuinely contemplating the old guy's chrysanthemum while squatting behind Guan Meng.
Damn, can't you have some taste? Even if that's your thing, go for someone presentable, for god's sake! Not sparing even such an old fart, aren't you a bit too twisted?
The underlings were all speechless, with some nearly throwing up on the spot.
And Qin Hai's mouth twitched violently twice, prepared to clarify his innocence to this gang. Mad, I'm not into that stuff, okay? I just suddenly felt like drawing, and I doodled a few turtles on this old guy's back, that's all.
But before he could get a word out, Guan Meng suddenly moved his hefty legs and charged ahead swiftly, shouting, "Stop him!"
