C27 Fat Water Does Not Flow into the Fields of Others

Qin Fann chuckled, bit into his ice cream, and patted Zhang Heng's frozen shoulder before gently pushing him aside.

A warm rush flowed through Zhang Heng, thawing his stiff body. He took deep breaths, hiding behind Qin Fann, too scared to meet Luo Sanli's eyes or the hungry gazes of the onlookers.

"Enjoying the shakes, kid? How about another one for my entertainment?" Luo Sanli sneered