C183 Paint Seller Girl

Feng qingyang squinted his eyes and grinned as he stood under the sun. He held his underpants in his hand and looked like he had no intention to wear it.

"Why is Aunt Xiuqin free to come here?"

Yang xiuqin closed the door with a clang. With a flick of his hand, it was latched shut.

"You stinking brat