"According to what the Fifth Master heard, a cat fell into a den of thieves and failed to catch the thieves but turned into a three-legged cat..."
The man named Bai, whom I haven't seen for a while, is very good at boiling water. He knows which pot to boil and which pot to lift.
Zhan Zhao slowly picked up the snow-white incense stick, like a little white-haired mouse.
"As the saying goes, 'The mouse always runs before the cat.' Is this true?"
Bai Yutang grinned, his smile was extremely bright and eye-catching - it made people unable to hold back and punch him upwards.
"How's it going? Are you touched? Why don't you quickly commit yourself to me?"
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