Ku Rong: "I don't believe in horoscopes. Although I met a scumbag today."
Mon: "What a scumbag."
Ku Rong: "It's worse than the biscuit crumbs that fall out of the corner of my Chinese garden dog's mouth when he eats dog biscuits."
Mon: "Well, that's really scumbag. How about I send you dog biscuits, and you give him a scumbag after eating?"
Hu Xian was happy. Just as he was about to reply, his face darkened.
When I talk on weekdays, silence can hide my brain deficiencies. But in terms of writing, I have enough time to think about every retreat.
Ku Rong: "I'm not a dog, I can't eat such crumbs of biscuits. ╭(╯^╰)╮You are a bad person."