The whole room was silent for a moment.
Nagus's hands seemed to have become an automatic washboard, rubbing his torn trousers back and forth, polishing his thighs until they were shiny and glossy, as if they were about to be blessed.
"Look at what you said," he made a final effort, "as if you two are going to live together..."
Commander Nagus struggled halfway when he inexplicably remembered the strange house number plate. He suddenly got a chill and forgot what to say next, so he could only laugh dryly.
Lu Bixing had no idea of respecting the old and loving the young, and gave the old commanders no room for buffering. He said with a smile: "It's with him. Didn't I make it clear just now?"
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