C186 Weeds organization dinner

After hearing this man's voice, Aunt Wu and I turned towards the direction of this man's voice.

At this moment, a fifty year old man with hair that had dropped to the Mediterranean Sea walked over from afar. He was short and fat, and had a face as big as a melon.

I don't like to judge people by their appearance, but when I saw this fellow, I couldn't help but have a thought