"Where did you learn this green-skin slang from? Is it Mo Liang? Let's settle the score with him!"
"Oh no, my leg is numb."
"I'll fly you over."
"Sister, sister, I just remembered, Brother Fang was calling me to go fishing, why don't I first..."
"What fish are you fishing at your age? You don't fish, and Xie Ruixuan won't fish either, penalize him with twenty days of confinement and introspection!"
"Oh right, I haven't finished my writing today."
"No rush, fill it in tomorrow. Add a few more copies."
"Sister Qingyu, being so fierce like this, are we being impolite..." Jiang An'an couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.
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White clouds and grey dogs, sometimes transform into mischievous children.
Flying high through the sky, Jiang Wang chewed on silence.
