"Small seven, this three hair doesn't seem to have any strange ah, long have a nose and eyes and we have no difference," grumbled the fifth day.

"he doesn't have three eyes. You can't see the difference. Haven't you heard of a wolf in sheep's clothing?" , we hid at the corner of an alley and watched Sanmao enter the house. Everything was normal and nothing different was found.

"he's gone into the house. What can we do? We can't go to his house too," said the fifth day of the junior year.

"that guy is quite calm and doesn't panic when he does something bad." I snorted at Sanmao's...