After saying that, Fang Qiu was about to leave.
Suddenly, below the arena, He Gaoming shouted loudly and rushed onto the arena. He directly pounced on Fang Qiu's thigh and was about to grab it. "Master!"
"Swoosh."
Fang Qiu moved his feet and immediately flashed to the other side.
Missing his target, He Gaoming directly pounced on the gravel-and-dust-covered arena and hit his face on the stage. When he raised his head, there was dust all over his face.
His look caused the crowd off the stage to burst into laughter.
Fang Qiu was also helpless.
Why was this guy so shameless?
"He's been a grown-up and he still wants to grab other people's thighs to beg? Get lost!"
"Master, don't leave so quickly."
Wiping the dust on his face, He Gaoming tittered and said to Fang Qiu, "Once
