"Colorful butterfly, what you have done these days is a little too much, you know?" Chen Jiu didn't know that the butterflies were playing their abacus satisfactorily, but began to educate them correctly.

"Well, Chen Jiu, there are no outsiders here, why do you still have a bad face with others!" The color butterfly is a white look of grief, very discontented.

"I should say something more about you without an outsider, Cai Butterfly. You really need to wake yourself up, do you understand?" Chen Jiuhen's iron is not steel, serious counting.

"Chen Jiu, is it because I haven't served you these days? You've been hating me, and you want...