At this time, I haven't had time to respond, so I still maintain the attitude of falling down, holding Lao Six across the quilt.

When I responded, I jumped out of bed like an electric shock and looked at the sixth man wrapped in a pink quilt, like a devil.

But Lao Six stared at me with eyes wide and dead, and his heart was filled with anger. Where did he ever think so much about it?

This is the character of this product. Once angry to the extreme, IQ is like chemical fertilizer, which evaporates when heated, and some doubts that came to mind before are left behind by...