"Ah, it's hot, hot, hot..."
"..." General Taylor felt as if his ears were deceiving him; otherwise, why was he hearing something he shouldn't hear.
"I'm hanging up, there's something going on here."
"Wait, what are you doing?" General Taylor said anxiously.
"Didn't I tell you before? I punched an idiot last time, and I always felt he was pretending. I ran into him again today, maybe I misunderstood him last time, so today, out of kindness, I'm going to help him take a bath and get a meal or something."
"No..." Before General Taylor could finish, Xiao Qiao hung up. He was practically on the verge of tears. You didn't misunderstand, girl. If you die like this, I won't even know where to collect your body.
Oscar practically owes Wesley an award.
He could have been an international star admired worldwide, so why choose to come to the Ministry of National Defense?
