The little pocket man stared at Du Qingling and Lu Xiaobao with an unhappy expression.
"Haha, then do you want me to make it up to you?"
Lu Xiaobao smiled like a fox.
"Okay, okay."
The pure smile shone with expectation, but it was not so bright and was full of haze.
"How about I give you the banner?"
He waved the pennant in his hand, tempting the evil in his heart.
"Bring it here."
The smile faded, and the cold corners of the mouth highlighted the hard words. He reached out and snatched away the banner.
"Yo yo - not bad, but it's a pity that you are still a little green."
Lu Xiaobao bent his hand, folded the banner, then took out his shiny black pistol and pointed it at the pocket man.
"You are playing tricks on me."
Narrowing her eyes, she glared fiercely at Du Qingling, who was drinking milk tea in Xiaoyao, and Lu Xiaobao, who was swinging a banner pistol. She usually played tricks on others, but she didn't expect others to play tricks on her this time.
"I'm kidding you without any discussion, so why don't you just pretend to be innocent?"
Du Qingling shook the milk tea cup and smiled, which made the pocket man so angry that he wanted to eat her blood and her flesh.
"Son of a bitch."
The pocket man slapped the table, pointed at Lu Xiaobao's nose and cursed. She was actually fooled.
"You all come out."
Du Qingling ignored the screams of the pocket man and held his head. This place is not easy for group fights.
"Hmph, call out the banner."
Everyone drinking milk tea stood up and surrounded the two people.
"You guys...this is mine."
The miniature man was furious and guarded the banner behind him like a lion.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Yaqing, forget it, you are like a clown, you still want the banner, but you can only show us a show."
A man hugged a woman and smiled disdainfully. What people couldn't ignore was the poisonous coldness in his eyes.