Zhong Yi held the table and tilted his head: "Do you know what we look like here?"
The crowd didn't know what was going on and started making a fuss. A guy with an inch head who was closer to Zhong Yi jumped up: "Seven dwarfs... Seven little tall men and Snow White?" Zhong Yi looked at Xu Yongqian, who didn't speak, staring at the floor with his head down.
He suddenly smiled. There must be something wrong with this girl.
Zhong Yi crossed her legs, shook her head and sighed: "It's seven gourd babies," she pointed her thumbs up at herself: "and their dear grandpa."
Intention: Make progress together and grow together. In such a fast-food era, we must stick to our original aspirations and move forward together to create a new chapter of socialism.