Yin Xiaofan finally understood why the old man had not allowed him to step directly into society years ago, but instead had him guard the spirit for three years.
It was to temper his own temperament. If he had the same personality as back then, upon encountering such a matter, he would have made Police know why flowers are so red, daring to frame him, he would have to ask if his fists agreed.
After three years of settling, Yin Xiaofan would not be so impulsive, but that did not mean Yin Xiaofan was easy to bully.
"Uncle Police truly lives up to his name, with such a tough spirit, not even afraid of retribution, really impressive," Yin Xiaofan said with a smile, stretching out his hand and lightly pressing in front of Zhang Jingguan's right chest.
"What are you doing?" Thinking Yin Xiaofan was about to strike, Zhang Jingguan said alertly.
"Why so nervous, it's just some dirt," Yin Xiaofan said casually.
