Duan Qianyang saw this, the corner of his eyes twitching slightly, while Duan Qirui openly showed his disdain, even stepping back.
However, Duan Xin seemed completely used to this and didn't care at all. He bent over to pick up his coat again, patting it with his hand, causing the small dust particles to float down, appearing even more beneath the light.
At this, Duan Qirui immediately covered his nose with a handkerchief held in his gloved hand, jumping three feet away! Meanwhile, he spat out a single word: "Dirty!"
"..." Duan Xin, still patting himself on the backside, looked at him with an extremely resentful expression.
He said gloomily, "Dad, when you were just sitting there, you didn't think it was dirty." Sitting there as if it were right and proper! Why didn't he find it dirty then!
Duan Qirui snorted, waved the handkerchief in front of himself again, refusing to come closer, his expression still full of contempt.
