Chapitre 342: Sharing a meal with a benefactor

The old man's face contorted with anger as he noticed his things had been moved. "Who told you to touch my stuff?" said the man his expression dark like Qie Xieling had messed up a painting he had been working on for decades. 

Qie Xieling who thought that he was doing a good thing showing gratitude, "..."

"I just moved a few things around. Come on sit and eat before it gets cold," said Qie Xieling ready to chomp on some interstellar food to his heart's content. 

The man's expression turned darker as he walked over to check his things Qie Xieling had moved. 

Qie Xieling had clearly carefully touched the man's belongings, arranging them methodically so he really didn't see what the problem was. 

"What have you done?!" he bellowed, his voice filled with fury. He hastily picked up his things before carefully packing them away. His actions were forceful, reflecting his deep frustration.