My sister-in-law raised him as her own son and named him Big Mac. There was a small crack inside the Big Mac, and my sister-in-law insisted that I give it an injection. Yan Yan, my son is sick, please save him! I advised her to wake up. These are just bubble beads costing 50 cents each! Unexpectedly, the cracks in the Big Mac became larger the next day and it was shattered into a pile of slag.
