"Toilet?" Long Wu walked in and saw the lavish building, pointing at the toilet in surprise: "You're telling me this is a toilet?"
"Yes, it is." Julius Reed nodded.
Indeed, poverty had limited Long Wu's imagination.
"Do you have some misunderstanding about toilets?" Long Wu looked at the gods drinking contentedly, confused: "Or are your toilets here used for cooking?"
"If it were Old Eight, then this might be a kitchen. But for normal people, it's just a place to relieve themselves." Julius Reed didn't want to explain further; anyway, those people had already drank.
"I feel like you're deceiving me." Long Wu had a peculiar look in her eyes, as if this was obviously a bedchamber.
"Do you use the toilet here?" She stared into Julius Reed's eyes, wanting to hear something genuine.
But unfortunately, Julius Reed's mind was as clear as a mirror, with no thoughts at all.
