Armor, My Son an Mixiu Has the Qualifications of a Great Emperor.

After reading these chapters, I looked solemn, bowed my head deeply, silently turned off my phone, stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of 1982 collector's edition Sprite, held it tightly in my hand, and slowly walked to the window. The scenery outside the window was a bit dim, just like my current mood, heavy, very heavy, gradually Gradually, it started to rain lightly in the gray sky outside. Why, my vision was blurred. I don't know if it was me crying or the rain was getting heavier. It might be both. My mood became even more melancholy. I could no longer suppress the emotions in my heart. I opened the window and shouted to the outside: Who am I looking down on in just a few more chapters?