"It's not right..."
Mr. Fan muttered to himself.
Yang Fan said in a deep voice, "I now suspect that the dwarf is not acting alone; he may have other accomplices."
Pondering, Mr. Fan said gravely, "There might be a second possibility, that dwarf might be a puppet, just like those dried corpses used as shells. This suggests a feeling that is strangely familiar to me, but I can't quite remember where I've encountered it before... Let me think."
The old man's age is indeed a handicap.
As you get older, there are always things you can't recall.
Yang Fan looked at the embroidered shoes on the square table and silently covered his forehead.
Earlier, this ancestor ordered food.
Specifically asked for those colorful snacks.
Not sure how she consumes them, clearly hadn't touched them, yet said...
Wanted more!
"Pervert Zhou, do you still have a stash of snacks? Replace with another plate." Yang Fan said, covering the phone's receiver.
