Flynn saw Fu Mingli in the old mansion, and when Fu Mingli saw him, he walked around him with a rare look, as if Flynn was an antique treasure worth studying.
Flynn jumped his forehead and asked unbearably, “Fifth Brother, what are you looking at?”
Fu Mingli Zhazha sighed, “Isn’t that interesting? You can go to college with so many girls younger than me, and our brothers can’t catch up with them.”
Flynn’s face was stern and non-emotional, but the corners of his eyebrows were filled with pride, and the ends of his eyes were hooked.
“To be blessed is to be blessed.” Fu Mingli said abruptly, “It just lacks a root.”
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