The story of the little gangster and the little mute.
The little bastard has no mother, and his father is an alcoholic.
Likes to fight.
The little mute has no father and grows up with his mother.
Not talkative.
The little gangster is not really a gangster, and the little mute is not really a mute.
Until one day, the little gangster stole everything from the little mute stall.
He took the bankrupt little mute in his arms and leaned against the corner, narrowing his eyes and smiling.
"—I'm not only good at trapping people, I'm also good at trapping people."
Small Theater
The last ring flew high, spun quickly, and landed squarely on Xiang Wen's head.
"Can the boss take it away too?"
Fang Cheng smiled.
"Okay." Xiang Wen said with a plastic ring on his head, extremely calm.
He faced Fang Chong's bright eyes and pointed behind Fang Chong.
"The stall belongs to my uncle. You can take him away. Uncle, he's here."
Fang Zhen, whose expression was frozen:?
Turn around and smile.
"... Xiang Wen's uncle is my uncle. Hello uncle, thank you for your hard work. Goodbye uncle."
*The full text is short and each chapter is quite long. It is recommended to read it in one go.
Purpose: redemption
