335 Street Performers

Thus, the two picked up stuff along the way. Lu Shu carried two plastic bags of bottles while Chen Zuan lifted a sack of stones.

Both the plastic bags and the sack were taken from the roadside. There were faint prints of XX fertilizer on the sack. Who the hell knew where it was from.

"Where are we going?" Chen Zuan asked out of curiosity. It was not a tiring job per se, but neither did he feel comfortable under the pedestrians' unwanted stares.

Truth be told, from a young age Chen Zuan had never had to suffer much hardship. Although he was not a spoiled kid, his life was much easier than others. With maids at home, he never needed to bother about any household chores.

A few days ago, he had just returned home with an impressive achievement. But before he could fully enjoy his life, he was now picking up stones on the streets. What a tragedy!

Why was he so goddamn unlucky?!