"Oh, it means that I love my wife." Gong Chen night nods solemnly, then turns his head, yells at Oriental ink arrogantly: "Hey, uncle Mo, I'm hurting my wife, that's to say, how can you take me?" Uncle Mo?

when he drew the corner of the mouth of Oriental ink, he was almost killed by Gong chenye's words.

"Gong chenye, are you a fucking year older than me? Why am I your uncle? " If it wasn't for Tuoba Rui to stop him while holding his smile, Dongfang Mo would surely like to hit people.

"I'm seven, you're twenty-seven. You're not my uncle. What are you? I can afford you...