Arthur Nan suddenly opened his eyes, opened his hand to catch it, and a fat cannonball rushed towards him, knocking him and the chair over.
"Huh?" Shi Zhonghuo lay on Arthur Nan's chest and looked up blankly.
The bamboo chair turned over just hit the top of its head, covering them tightly.
"Is this room a little small?" Shi Zhonghuo poked the bamboo chair curiously and asked seriously.
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