"Duanmu Mingxuan! Be careful, a thunderbolt will strike you to death!" Yin Jiaqi pointed at the so-called prince in front of him who was dressed like a clown. He racked his brains to think of all the curse words and invited all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the person in front of him to come out and greet him.
"Miss, you are a dog!" Duanmu Mingxuan looked at the crazy woman who was brought back by him and was squealing, and he was so regretful.
"Okay, okay, okay, I think you don't use soap when taking a bath, don't you want to take a bath? Then I will bathe with you to the end, and you won't even ask me who Yin Jiaqi is afraid of!" Yin Jiaqi was arrogant.
"Come here! Post a lost and found notice all over the city immediately - a mad dog! Immediately!" Duanmu Mingxuan was furious.