Dressed as Xu Damao, he was knocked to the ground by Silly Zhu with a stick as soon as he opened his eyes. I stood up holding the wash stand, blood dripping from my forehead - he was still holding a rag in his hand and grinning at me. I stood firm and did not fight back. I lowered my head and glanced at the broken porcelain basin fragments on the ground: The guy who stole the soy sauce just now was a kid from Qin Huairu's family. Are you standing up for him? The smile on his face froze. I turned around and walked towards the door. I passed by him and stopped for a step: I'll go back and talk to her. If you can stop her this time, you can't stop her next time.
