However, he seemed to have missed this chance.
He returned to his seat somewhat regretfully, feeling downcast, yearning to perform a set of Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, his hands itching.
When Lu Qixiu returned to his seat, Xia Weibao was summoned by Meng Songbai, leaving him to glance around before clambering onto his seat to sit properly.
Lu Hualiang was teasing his youngest daughter when his peripheral vision caught the scrape on Lu Qixiu's arm.
The gleam in his eyes suddenly darkened.
It's summer now, and the little guy was wearing short sleeves. For realism's sake, he had indeed taken a fall, leaving fine blood marks on his arm.
Lu Hualiang glanced placidly at the hardwood stage and then at Xia Weibao and Meng Songbai discussing in low voices nearby.
He took out his phone and sent a directive.
Soon after, several staff members ran up to the stage, spreading a thick carpet amidst puzzled gazes.
The crowd, "..."
What's this bizarre action?
