"Aba aba!"
"Mm mm!"
"Aba aba aba!"
"Mm mm mm!"
"Aba aba aba aba!!"
"Mm mm mm mm!!"
At this time, Yang Yuanzhao, who just woke up and found himself bound like a mummy on the bed, looked at Huan Sheng, who was sitting uneasily in the duck's nest, his face flushed with anxiety, and then at Chen Xuantian, who was stirring a soup pot with a serious expression,
"...What did he say?"
Chen Xuantian stroked his chin,
"Actually, I didn't fully understand either..."
"Aba!!"
"Ahem, don't rush, don't rush. I've got the main point; anyway, Chan Zi was kidnapped."
Yang Yuanzhao was shocked,
"What! Then why aren't you rescuing him! Are you still making soup here?"
"What I'm doing here is legitimate business, okay..."
Chen Xuantian looked at the mute and the disabled, then at his soup, feeling helpless,
