C163 Damn It

Just as Qin Yuan took the flute, a voice suddenly sounded. "Who are you?"

It was a very serious and unfriendly voice, and it carried a questioning tone.

Qin Yuan turned around and found a man who appeared not far behind him.

The man was about 30 years old. He had dark skin and a slender body. He wore a pair of straw shoes and his pants were rolled up high.

It was already early in the morning