Lin Mo watched his wife feeding grapes to the rich second generation in public in the restaurant.
"Trash, you can't even afford Mr. Chen a grape in your life!" His wife mocked contemptuously.
He clenched his fists, his nails dug into his palms, and a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind:
[Ding! Infinite wishing system binding! You can make three wishes per day, which will take effect immediately.
Lin Mo stared at Mr. Chen: "I make a wish to give him jet diarrhea immediately!"
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Chen's expression changed drastically. After an earth-shattering fart sound, the restaurant was filled with a stench.
"Lin Mo! What did you do to me!" Mr. Chen collapsed and screamed amid the brown stains.
Lin Mo turned to his wife with a smile: "It's your turn, my dear."
