"The people who left the winery are still alive. What do you think?" The microphone was handed to a man who had been sitting in a Porsche 356A and smoking a cigarette.
Gin, whose face was covered with mosaics, spat out: "Little Maotai, how ridiculous!"
The boy hung up the dead fish eye at will, and the figure holding a sickle behind the boy cried and showed his blank performance sheet to the camera.
"Mr. Wang Li, what do you think of everyone's comments?"
"What do you think? Miss, I think the camera guy behind you has murderous intentions towards you. You might as well come to my house and I'll make noodles for you. My cooking skills are guaranteed!"
