"Mine too..."

Little sugar baby, "..."

Magistrate Xia and others, "..."

"Is your firewood strong?" Zheng Yuanzheng touched his head and said doubtfully: "I don't think it is very strong. Will it not hurt people if I hit it, and it will break when I pull it?"

Little sugar baby, "..."

It will definitely break as soon as you pull it.

After all, they are dried sorghum poles.

It’s still the top and thinnest part.

But why do you want to tell Mao?

Isn't it a deliberate attempt to cause trouble?
Chapter completed!