There were many people with resentment, hatred, and unwillingness to eat their own fruits.
That afternoon, Crispy returned to Xinghe Shadow Art for a meeting. Shen Qian'an happened to be nearby, when he saw a sewing needle coming to deliver afternoon tea to Cen Xiaoxi.
A figure flashed out of the concrete pillar. He had been waiting by the car for a long time Shen Qian'an and quickly put his pocket on the roof. He quickly pulled Cen Xiaoxi aside and turned around.
The other party was holding a paint bucket in his hand and forcefully splashed it. The red, thick liquid that flew into the air poured onto Shen Qian'an back.
Cen Xiaoxi stood firm and looked out of curiosity from behind Shen Qian'an.
She didn't expect that she would know this person who had suddenly come out to attack them.
