After chatting with the two old men for a while, he left with the little guy.

Walking on the road, Zhou Xiaochuan thought of seeing the paintings in the daytime, so he smiled and said, "Xiaomi, what are the paintings on your desk? I can't understand some of them!"

Hearing that, Xiaomi glared at him, "Hmph, you don't understand after I told you! Play the piano to a cow."

After he finished speaking, he ignored him.

Zhou Xiaochuan felt a burst of integrity when he heard the words.

Ouch, my hands are itchy again.

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