Hearing Dongfang Yue’s suspicious complaint, both Ashlyn and Uncle Long were a little messed up in the wind. Neither of them expected that a guy who looked serious on weekdays would have learned to file a complaint. Is this the so-called nearness? Zhu is red, near ink is black?
“Senior Dongfang Yue, how can a senior with high morals like you sue the younger generation? You should take good care of the younger generation. After being messed up for a while, Uncle Long immediately accused him of dissatisfaction and regarded himself as a younger generation.
The more Dongfang listened to Uncle Long’s words, he couldn’t help but curl his lips and said: “Stop, stop! Don’t call me senior, you are not much younger than me.” He can’t be the senior of this guy, every time he is called. Senior, he was the last one to be calculated. He was already afraid of this.
“Senior Dongfang Yue, you are so sad for me.” Seeing Dongfang less fooled, Uncle Long said with a grievance on his face.
“Xue’er, are you done?” Dongfang Yue turned his topic to Ashlyn after giving Uncle Long a big eye.
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