Wu Gong smiled and threw up the lighter in his hand, then caught it steadily.
"Let me tell you, mistress," he stuffed the lighter into Wu Xie's coat pocket.
"I may have been you in a previous life."
The fat man drinking tea next to him almost burst out with a "pop" sound.
"I'm sorry this is a show on the list of gods. None of the theaters in the capital are this interesting."
Wu Xie couldn't deny it. He pressed his pocket and signaled Wu Gong to continue.
"Because I was a centipede in my previous life, so I have no shoes in this life."
The joke was so cold that even Zhang Qiling, who was looking at the sky by the window, couldn't help but look back at Wu Gong.