The young master in white never expected his pants to suddenly drop; flustered, he scrambled to pull them up.
Qin Yi couldn't hold it in and let out a snort of laughter,
The young master's face, which had already turned red, instantly darkened to the color of an eggplant as he flew into a rage on the spot.
He yanked his pants up in a panic, grabbed his sword, and charged straight at Qin Yi.
"Your pants fell down."
Qin Yi said again with a grin.
"Ziiip!"
The young master's pants dropped again. This time he rushed too fast and got tripped up, tumbling a few times on the ground. The sword in his hand almost injured him.
Qin Yi was laughing "gaga," and since this young master in white didn't appreciate kindness, he couldn't be blamed for not being polite anymore.
The young master in white rolled twice and ended up lying on his back.
Qin Yi's face was full of mischief as he said, "This young master really has a very strange hobby."
