Chapter 17: Hands Can Pluck the Stars
Watching Zhang Sanchun's figure hurriedly running away, several domestic servants sitting at the door chatting looked at each other and immediately sneered.
This fool, who knows what foolish thing he went to do again.
On the streets of the town, many people saw the scene of Zhang Sanchun running wildly.
They even saw him constantly looking up at the midair, completely ignoring everything in front of him.
Even if he bumped into tables or knocked against walls, he never lowered his head.
From inside the town to outside the town, the bright moon hanging in midair cast down wisps of pure white light.
Shining upon that tiny figure who disregarded everything and ran endlessly.
Everyone said he was a fool, a blockhead.
Even his deceased dad, Zhang Shigen, had never entrusted Zhang Anxiu to him because of this.