"Zhang Ziyang!!!"
Shocking roars came from the bedroom, and Zhang Ziyang calmly turned over the newspaper in his hand.
Wang Xiao walked up to him and asked angrily: "Where are the comics under my bed?"
"Throw it away."
"What! Bastard! I'm going to kill you! That's what I collected with great difficulty. It's my most beloved treasure!" Wang Xiao jumped on the sofa, grabbed his neck and barked.
"Let go."
"Don't let go, I want to avenge my comics!"
Zhang Ziyang sighed slightly, put down the newspaper in his hand, and slammed Wang Xiao down.
"Asshole, what do you want to do, you... Uh..."
"Let go... Well... Well..."
"Hmm... Ah..."
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Listening to the moans on the sofa, Dollar lazily said to Pound Sterling: "Dad is really overestimating his abilities."
Sterling agreed: "Yeah, why doesn't he understand the difference in strength between the two?"
Well, this is the story of a fake face-paralyzed iceberg attack and a real explosive narcissist.
Don't you dare poke me! ···Oh, come on.