“Thanks…Thank you, uncle.”
Nodded to Chi Cheng and stammered in thanks, her nervous back began to sweat.
What is he going to do? What does he want to do?
The uncle who kicked the oil bottle down and couldn’t help, suddenly picked her up vegetables, which is rarer than his old man picking up vegetables for her himself.
I don’t know what Grandpa thinks, is he already suspicious?
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