lt;Nineth Uncle, you

Wang Jia's mansion, Shi kicked the door open with one foot, still chewing gum, his hands in his pockets, his eyes sharp, yet carrying a hint of laziness.,His face flushed, his neck reddened, and his veins bulged.,"Are you going to rest" he asked, raising an eyebrow. His look was quite fitting for a country bumpkin.。