After eating the entire bag of chicken feet, I sent Anthony off. When I returned, I quickly cleaned up.

When I bent down to pick up the fallen chopsticks, I was startled to realize that I had forgotten a person, a person who was one meter eighty centimeters tall and weighed about seventy kilograms.

“Oh my god, he must be going crazy.”

I frantically left everything behind and ran to the bedroom, unlocked it, and poked my head in.

Luckily, Ryan was still alive, the room showed no signs of vandalism, but his eyes looked at me as if he wanted to kill someone.

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