"Victor Shi is really crazy, crazy..."
The old Taoist with long eyebrows walked around the room, pulling his beard, and muttered sadly, "How can he say this kind of thing directly in front of Leon Chen and not be afraid of teaching bad children!"
He muttered very loudly. The house was only so big, so of course Leon Chen who lived next door could hear it clearly.
It was snowing all over the city of Yuzhou, and firecrackers were popping up one after another. Every household in the Thirteenth Street of the West City was very lively. Only in this courtyard, the puppet maids and servants pretended to be greetings and posted Spring Festival couplets at the front door, and the eaves were also hung with red lanterns. Inside the house But as silent as ice.
There were still bowls and chopsticks on the stone table, and the remaining soup had already lost its temperature.
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