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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!,Though Zheng Dagang spoke, a smile couldn't help but spread across his face. The antique market was a place full of tall tales; you could pick any vendor at random, and they’d claim the chipped teacup on their stand was once used by Emperor Qianlong. It was perfectly normal for someone like Su Xiaofan to hype up the objects on his stall.。