Chen Xiangfeng never knew how powerful a song could be.
If he had known, he would definitely not have gone out to play that night, and if he had gone out to play, he would never have let the girl sing.
Money can't buy it, I already knew it.
So he had no choice but to stand in front of the man with his chest exposed and the bird hanging in the air with a miserable look on his face:
How about it? Can it be cured?
Shen Qing pushed up his glasses, with a serious attitude and serious tone:
I try my best. Now, let's measure the bird's girth first.
Chen Xiangfeng:......
In short, this is an immoral short film that the author came up with after listening to an immoral song.
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