No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1709 Arnold Simmons Extra (75)

Of course, the most common and best-selling items are still the long strings of firecrackers; it is a tradition in the seaside city to set off firecrackers at one’s doorstep at midnight on Chinese New Year’s Eve, so nearly every household stocks up on long strings of firecrackers.

At that time, the sound of firecrackers will fill the entire community, even lasting several hours without stopping.

This is a scene that will rarely be seen in the future.

After replying to Tessa Thompson’s message, Hannah left the house alone.

This year’s winter seems particularly cold, it is still snowing outside, fortunately, the snow is not heavy, just lightly covering the rooftops with a layer of white.

Arnold Simmons had just come out from the Simmons Family house.

From Old Sir Simmons to the servants below, each of them treated him like an outsider, looking at him as if he were a reptile in a sewage ditch.

He wasn’t part of their world.

Arnold Simmons chuckled.

Who wants to be part of their world.

He went to the Simmons Family, but it was also because of the threats from Old Sir Simmons.

Old Sir Simmons cared about his image, originally took him back for the sake of reputation, and now in front of others, he naturally couldn’t be too excessive.

Saying it was going home to celebrate the new year together, but it was really just an opportunity to scold him.

His so-called elder brother always appeared naive and good at accommodating and speaking nicely, but was actually very good at stirring the pot.

As for his little nephew... if looks could kill, his gaze would be a knife dipped in poison.

Spending the new year with such a group of people was truly worse than staying alone in his shabby little house, at least it was quiet.

"Let him go, let him go! Let’s see where he can go, if he dares, don’t ever step foot into the Simmons Family’s house again!" Old Sir Simmons leaned on his cane, his face still full of anger.

"Dad, calm down, Arnold is still young, ignorant, doesn’t understand your kindness."

"He doesn’t understand!" Old Sir Simmons was so angered he almost threw his cane, "This unfilial son, don’t even think about taking anything from the Simmons Family in the future!"

Arnold Simmons had reached the doorway yet he could still hear the scolding from inside.

To outsiders, it looked like the originally happy Simmons Family became chaotic because of his arrival.

He was like a criminal.

Arnold Simmons pulled out a lighter from his pocket, the cigarette was lit, and as he lifted his head to look at the clear blue sky, a smile hung on his lips.

If possible, he would rather have never come to this world.

This world never had anything worth his attachment anyway.

In the flickering light, the view in front of his eyes became hazy with smoke, and the red lanterns hanging across the street were blinding.

Every noisy moment in the world seemed like a knife mark on the bones of a lonely person.

He put out the cigarette in his hand, put on the hood of his hoodie, and was just about to leave when a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

The young girl seemed to be out shopping, holding a large red plastic bag in her left hand, which looked somewhat heavy, causing her to lean her body slightly to the side, the free hand picking among the fireworks on the shelf.

"Boss, how much is this?"

The store’s entrance was quite crowded, she had to ask twice before the boss heard her.

"This one is thirty yuan a box."

She nodded her head, placed the item in the small basket in front of her, and picked another one.

She seemed quite busy.

Arnold Simmons remembered her saying before the holiday that she would not be in the Capital City for New Year’s, her family was coming to spend it with her.

Family?

Where?

Arnold Simmons instinctively felt like the young girl was lying, just like him, alone.

For some reason, he shamefully felt pleased.

Pleased that she was also alone.