"I'm going out to play tonight and won't be coming back," Wu Zhou also followed his father's steps, running outside.
The father and son's identical actions made Su Li marvel: Inheritance is truly a magical thing; the father and son are almost identical in every aspect.
Even their cold-hearted nature is perfectly inherited.
If it were the original owner, who knows how uncomfortable they would be.
In the big house, only Su Li was left. The joy of being alone is a kind of happiness that others can't comprehend.
Su Li thought for a moment and deliberately summoned the source of her recent happiness back.
On the TV, the bald beautiful girl, Miss Zhenzi, dragged her stiff steps, slowly crawling out of the ancient well.
Her entire demeanor screamed: I am unwilling, very unwilling.
Su Li laughed at the sight, touching her conscience: It doesn't hurt.
No one expected this to be a beauty-loving, unscientific entity; losing some hair and she didn't even want to look in the mirror.
