"What did you say?" The old black man was beaten by that boy. A middle-aged man suddenly walked in, curiously asking.
"Um, he was defeated last night," Hua Ruyu said, smiling. "You haven't seen Uncle Black's expression yet. It's almost purple and black. It's quite amusing."
Surprisingly, the old black man got beaten up. It's really quite amusing," the middle-aged man said, laughing. "Since he's always flaunting himself in front of me, I could never have imagined there'd be such a day."
"You two are equally bad, no need to criticize each other, you're cut from the same cloth," the beautiful white middle-aged person said with a glance.
"Oh! I can't imagine I've just gone through such a shameful day in a thunderstorm. Is this real or fake?" The middle-aged man also felt sorry for Yin Xiaofan, who was so burdened by his homework.
Hua Ruyu glanced around the living room and noticed that Yin Xiaofan wasn't there.
