Uncle Qin Xiao strolled leisurely down the bustling streets. It was evening, and the setting sun hung low in the west like a weary elder sinking slowly toward the horizon.
Its soft, warm afterglow draped over Uncle Qin Xiao's tall figure like a gossamer golden robe, carefully outlining him with a luminous, shimmering golden halo.
As he walked, he muttered to himself inwardly: "I can't possibly show up empty-handed to have a meal at someone else's place! That simply isn't proper social etiquette."
Chapter 1786