"Who was crawling on their belly," the Papalarian's dark eyes darted, quickly changing the topic: "By the way, where's my cup."
After speaking, he ran over by himself.
But after a short while, Fang Hong heard the little fatty's dejected shout: "These damn bastards, these heinous murderers, criminals against humanity, Gront—" Finally, he added:
"The damned cup is actually silver-plated!"
Fang Hong and Luo Hao exchanged glances and both shook their heads speechlessly.
However, at this moment, Luo Hao bent down and picked up a stack of parchments from the shards of glass on the floor. He shook the stack to scatter off the glass debris, then somewhat unexpectedly asked: "What's this?"
Fang Hong also saw the stack of parchments, but there was nothing on them.
He thought for a moment and suddenly said to the other: "Let me take a look."
Luo Hao obliged and handed over the parchment.
