A white-haired elder sometimes hesitates upon seeing an arrogant kangaroo. He laughed and immediately said he stuck the skewer in his mouth.
They stayed here for a long time and finally found a place from which they could leave.
Moreover, if they're here and it's always so calm, it's inconvenient to have problems arise.
The negotiations ended, and the white-haired elder said nothing. After a bit of preparation, he ran straight to the table.
"Where's your predecessor?"
Ao Cangsheng stood by the table, looking at a small spot in the middle, occasionally grabbing at some troublesome questions.
However, there was no answer on the table. The corridor was silent, except for the sound of arrogant breathing.
"Are you okay, my predecessor?"
Ten good things have passed, and now nobody in the storage room answers, making the arrogant heart even more uneasy.
