"Eh, I'm shaving. I haven't shaved for a few days now. The stubble is hard to bear..."
The European elder shook his head, the sharp surgical blade continuing to move back and forth his chin.
"Your chin is bleeding," Tang Lang ate his watermelon as he blinked and said.
"Oh... No problem, no problem. It's a small issue!" The elder lifted his hand and used his sleeve to wipe off the blood traces.
"Do you want me to help you shave?" Han Xiao asked.
"No, no, no..." The elder quickly shook his head.
"Don't be shy." Han Xiao tossed the watermelon rind straight into Yorick's face.
When he saw that Yorick was slightly stunned, Han Xiao frowned and asked, "Is there a problem?"
"No problem, no problem at all. I wonder where the watermelon rind flew from. It's a small issue," assured Yorick.
Han Xiao shrugged, then he took the European man's surgical blade.
"Stand properly and don't move. Otherwise, I'll cut you..."
