Potato chips? Great Emperor?
At the freshman welcome party, the crowd jeered at him, but Xiao Chunan scoffed.
Then he turned and saw Liu Qingyun being chased by a burly man, fleeing with his hands over his head, so he casually hurled half a bag of potato chips.
Who gets it? I just want to eat my potato chips in peace.
The next day, the Liu family of the capital flew into a rage and issued a kill order. Their third young master actually hid out in his ten-square-meter rental, paying no heed to the world outside.
The whole school was stunned: How did that good-for-nothing get involved with the Liu family?
Not until the inter-school tournament did Xiao Chunan lazily slap away the Liu family's visiting enshrined expert, a Marquis-level cultivator.
