Lin Xiaoman picked up a handsome old man. Real antique style, super ancient style.
Shen Qingming: What kind of monster is this? It traps people within a small space!
Lin Xiaoman: This is a TV, brother.
Shen Qingming: Didn't you say you would take me home? Why, why do you want to trap me in this iron box? You are so cruel.
Lin Xiaoman: I have to take the elevator to go back to my house. It's difficult to climb up to the 12th floor.
Shen Qingming: Haha, this little thing in my palm is so captivating to me. The people here are really cunning.
Lin Xiaoman: You are addicted to the Internet, brother! Stop watching those crappy videos. Who taught you how to shop online? ! Ah?
Shen Qingming squirmed, his fingers tangled like twists, "Are you still angry with me? Then you said you would treat me to milk tea, do you still want to drink it?"
Drink, drink, drink! Anyway, eldest brother has already come to modern times, so don't go back.
