Accompanied by a low voice, Gulan took his son's hand and walked out of the candy painting stall. Han Su looked at the person with cold eyes.

Jinbao Jindan followed the master out without being outdone, and looked at the bad guy who snatched their young master's sugar paintings in anger.

He looked at the man in gray clothes standing out again and looked at the white-faced young man walking out with his eyes flashing.

Wearing a black cotton robe, his hair was tied up high with a silver crown. Although his outfit was not gorgeous enough, it can be seen that he is a good person who is not short of money. The main reason is that the temperament emitted from his whole body is so intimidating, he only

I felt it in the head of the family, which made him involuntarily want to bow his head.

And he didn't dare to accept it. He was arrogant and did not dare to pretend to be the master.

It’s not that he got the iron plate. The man in the gray suit regretted it. If he had known this, what would he do if he had waited for a while?

But the young master was waiting in the carriage, and it was impossible for him to hand over the sugar painting.

"You... don't slander people with blood. Although I am a servant, I have always been a good person. Who else can prove that this sugar painting belongs to you? Have you paid first?"

"This old man can prove that it was indeed the young master who decided first." The stall owner hesitated and chose to speak.

He doesn't need to support his family at this age, he just finds something for himself and earns some pocket money by the way, and is not afraid of offending others.

"Have you paid?"

"This...is not." The stall owner stopped and told the truth.

When the stall owner said this, the man in the gray clothing was more confident, "Look, if you didn't pay the sugar painting, it means that it doesn't belong to someone else. So whoever pays it first will belong to whoever belongs to you. Get out of here quickly, my son is still waiting.

,    I don’t have time to chat with you here.”

As he said that, the servant in the gray suit turned around and was about to change direction. But before he took a step, he felt that his collar was being picked up, and then a sense of weightlessness hit his whole body hanging in the air.

The body suddenly lost control, and the gray-clad servant couldn't help but scream, and his legs kept kicking around. His struggle attracted many onlookers. Everyone looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and even more surprised.

The power of a man in a mysterious robe.

The sound was loud and it was heard all the way to the young master who had been waiting for sugar painting, and turned his head and looked behind him.

"Young Master, it seems to be the voice of the second son." The servant next to him said cleverly when he heard the sound.

"Let's go and see." The young master Qin Chongtian also heard it. He could still make such a frightened scream when buying a candy painting. I don't know what the second son did?

So several servants protected the little master and walked towards the place where the sound came out.

Outside the crowd, I saw the second son looking embarrassed by a white-faced young man easily carrying him in the air.

At the same time, the servant in the gray-clothed clothes also looked at the young master and his party.

He couldn't break free and asked the young master for help in grievance, "Young Master, someone wants to steal your sugar paintings, and you have to fight the young master, please help me!"

Gulan was really excited and the evil one complained first. He was right when the eyes of the people around him were blind, but he was already fearless.

Qin Chongtian frowned and looked at the second son who was being carried. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, it was really ugly to be carried like this.

Immediately, I looked at the handsome young man in a mysterious robe but a slightly thin body, and there was also the power that was most surprised by him.

Although the second son was not strong enough, his body was not much different from the white-faced young man. He was easily picked up like a child. It was not for everyone around him to look at him in amazement.

This person's expression is faint, his eyes are clear, and his noble temperament is emitting from his body. How could such a person steal a child's sugar painting?

He has never heard of the arrogant things in No. 2 Middle School, but after all, he has served him since he was sensible and has done his best. In addition, he has never seen it with his own eyes, so he always pretends not to know.

But this time Qin Chongtian glanced at the second son who was being held, hoping not to disappoint him.

At the same time, Gulan also looked at the young master who was asked for help by the evil servant.

A crimson bamboo embroidered brocade dressed in a silver cloak. She was not old but exuded an innate noble spirit. Seeing that her family was indeed extraordinary, no wonder the servants were so arrogant.

At this moment, the child who was a few years older than An An looked at her calmly, and he did not show any anger because of the servant's words. This calmness alone was not as good as many adults.

"Young Master" Qin Chongtian bowed his hands and said seriously: "I don't know how the servant offended the young master."

Hearing this, the servant in the gray uniform carried by Gulan suddenly became depressed. He thought that the young master's trust in him would believe him unconditionally, and ordered the man to let him go, but he did not expect that the young master would ask the reason.

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Gulan nodded, "I did offend you. Your servant stole the children's things. Not only did he arrogantly and threaten them, but he also complained first. Do you know, the master?"

The person with his hands slanted was not polite because there was a child on the other side. He told the truth, but he also put down his raised hand.

Although the child's attitude does not blindly favor his own people, she will definitely not believe that his subordinates can be so arrogant if they have no problem with their master.

"Grab" the young master suddenly looked at the person who was still being held, and his eyes touched the sugar painting in the second son's hand and his wandering and guilty gaze understood everything.

"He stole the young master's sugar painting." The stall owner also added at the right time.

Following the stall owner's words, Qin Chongtian looked at An An. No wonder the elders were angry at such a young child.

He immediately looked at his servant unhappily, unable to believe that such a big man had done such a thing and robbed such a young child.

The master's eyes shocked the servant in the gray uniform being carried, and he hurriedly argued: "Young Master, the young man didn't steal other people's things. The little man took it from the stall owner, and it was the money I paid first.

Young Master, you must believe that the young man has served you for so many years and has never deceived you!"

At this time, An An couldn't help but say angrily: "You paid first, but we came first, and we decided on this dragon first. I was going to get the dragon, so you took it first.

The gun passed through my hand."

"But you didn't pay the money." The servant in gray clothes still insisted on being distorted.

"Young master, the old man's sugar paintings are all made according to the customer's opinions, and there is no order to pay." The stall owner also said quickly.

"The father-in-law is right. We did wait until we paid before we paid." Someone in the crowd spoke.

"Yes, my daughter's sugar painting just now was also a post-paid silver." The woman who spoke was indeed snuggling up with a little girl holding a fairy sugar painting, and nodded heavily.

"Yes, if you have to come first and arrive, you can't give you the things first just because you pay first, otherwise everyone will not be confused."

"that is"

“…”

The crowd of onlookers stood on the side of Gulan. Almost many people had encountered this situation. They all felt it empathized at this moment, which was really annoying.

"What's going on? What's the noise?" A scolding suddenly sounded out of the crowd. As the crowd dispersed, several officials walked in.

Seeing that the crowd was watching the official, they subconsciously took a few steps back and left directly with a timid.

The three officials saw a man in gray uniform caught by Quran at a glance.

"Gathering people to cause trouble?" A official who looked at the obviously head looked at Gulan.

"We didn't make trouble..." The stall owner hurried forward, "Official, this is the situation..." Then the stall owner repeated the incident ten-fold.

"So this person caused trouble first." The leader looked at the man who was controlled by the man in the mysterious costume.
Chapter completed!