"If Brother Feng wanted to give him silver, he could have just given it directly. You bought so many painted masks—surely you aren't planning to give them away?" She had never seen anyone paint such ferocious masks before and found them novel, though she figured the novelty would wear off after a day. Still, they might be useful for scaring anyone with a guilty conscience.
Tossing nine balls in a row, Li Qiuyi caught three, Pu Shichang caught three, and Jin Zhenge caught three, but regrettably, not a single one of them managed to hold onto any.
Xiao Ran's footsteps suddenly came to a halt. The expression on his face flickered uncertainly as he breathed heavily, staring at Fang Yu with a look that defied description.
Chapter 101