"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?" An old man sitting by the south wall basking in the sun asked irritably when he saw a little beggar suddenly burst in.
His nap was going so well, why did someone have to disturb him?
Now he couldn't even sleep or enjoy the sun properly.
Damn it—
Annoying people.
Hate them.
Disgusting.
The old man yawned, stood up angrily, adjusted his clothes, and walked towards Jun Ning.
Once in front of Jun Ning, he squinted his eyes and looked Jun Ning up and down with a sleazy gaze.
That look was extremely uncomfortable.
Jun Ning was very repulsed by his gaze, but thinking about what needed to be done, she forced herself to glance at the old man, making a basic assessment of his appearance, and then averted her gaze.
This old man was about the same age as Nanny Zhang, probably in his forties or fifties. His face was full of wrinkles, and half of his hair was gray and very greasy, probably hadn't been washed for a long time.
