Super Uncle

Xiao Quan's brows furrowed. Clearly, being thrown next to horse manure was a stark contrast to the splendor of the red lanterns and candles, yet here it was.,Thinking and thinking, the memories in his mind welled up like someone twisting open a tap, pouring forth experiences that weren't his own.,As the cold night wind blew, Xiao Quan shivered. This Qin Xiu, though magnificent, offered no warmth and was far less practical than a down jacket.。