Han Zeyu thought to himself, this isn't right! Shouldn't this be his home ground?
"Don't you guys read Mr. Qingbai's storybook here?"
The little girl chuckled, "You're talking about Master Qingbai! His picture books are selling really well, and everyone says the artist's painting skills are amazing."
Han Zeyu finished a pot of tea and ate all the nuts on the table.
When the little girl asked him implicitly if he wanted to listen to another song, he stood up and left decisively.
Most of his picture books were drawn by Su Shien, but no matter how much he praised them, he still didn't praise them in the right way.
With this kind of aesthetic taste, you still want him to add more time? Humph! Wishful thinking!
Han Zeyu left the brothel and suddenly remembered that Tiezhu might be nearby.
After searching around, I saw the iron pillars with left and right arrows on the bun stall diagonally opposite the back door.
Where's your ambition? Where's your competitive spirit? Is it more important than the porridge and buns in your hand?
Tiezhu felt a strong murderous aura, and the sharp intuition of the single-celled organism came into play, accurately locking onto the master standing at the foot of the wall.
Oh no, it’s because the buns smelled so good that I forgot about the important thing.
Tiezhu ran up to Han Zeyu with a wry smile and smelled the scent of powder on his body.
Although it’s not heavy, it’s definitely been there, so it definitely hasn’t escaped.
Han Zeyu also smelled the smell of buns on Tiezhu, and it seemed that this boy had eaten a lot.
"Master, I was wrong!"
"Remember to keep it a secret!"
Well, let it be, no one should say anything to anyone else.
Han Zeyu spent his money in vain and was very angry.
The first thing I did when I got home was to change my clothes and throw the body directly into the basin to destroy it.
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