Elliot Huang returned to the real world, still holding the last box of beer in his hand.
He glanced at the uncle, who was still nagging. The cigarette at his mouth had just been lit, and it was still a little far away from his B*tt0cks.
Seeing that Elliot Huang was not moving, the uncle thought it was because he was having a hard time moving, so he hurried over and took over, "Young man, let me do it. Oh, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known how to move." when."
Elliot Huang lowered his hand, "It's okay."
The old man said something strange, how come in the blink of an eye, there is something sad about this young man?
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