Su Xiaofan wasn't in a rush to the restroom, but his right eyelid was twitching uncontrollably. The last time he experienced this was when he was eleven years old, in fifth grade. Back then, for an assignment on doing good deeds, Su Xiaofan had insisted on helping an eighty-year-old woman who had just crossed the street. He pushed her back across the road and she fell hard, resulting in a chase from the woman's grandson down three streets. If he hadn't known the area well, he would have definitely gotten a beating.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,"Big brother, you must be mistaken. When did I ever give you a receipt for Western Zhou artifacts" Su Xiaofan let out a wry smile and gestured at the receipt in the middle-aged man's hand with his chin, signaling Zheng Dagang to take a look.。