"Since you don't want to roll, let me give you a hand," Ye Xiaofei looked at the bald man trying to leave high and mighty, and snickered disdainfully. Has there ever been anyone who offended him and could leave standing?
He picked up a small stone from the ground, flicked it with his fingers, and it hit the bald man on the knee. The latter immediately bent his knee and fell into the puddle.
This puddle, whether it was left by the rain or cow pee, was yellow. After the bald man lay in it, the clear water instantly turned to mud, dirtying his white shirt completely.
"Fuck."
The bald man suddenly stood up, not caring about the mud on his body, and charged at Ye Xiaofei, looking like he wanted to pick a fight.
"What are you doing? I just threw a small stone, and you fell in there. Whose fault can that be?" Ye Xiaofei watched the bald man charge over with a smile, sneering inwardly.
"I'm going to kill you."