Mr. Han, Your Little Cotton-Padded Jacket Is Leaking Air.

As a strictly trained agent, Luo Lili will not be easily attacked unless she can't help it... "Wow! The eldest brother has a poker face, so cool!" "What? The second brother is a star? That's great!" "Wait a minute, third brother, you want me to be the team mascot? What is a mascot? Can it be eaten?" "Fourth brother, step aside, I know you want to raise me, but don't keep staring at the battery car, okay?" Is this the good life of a group pet? That's great! ... After a while. The four young masters sat together and looked helplessly at the figure jumping up and down not far away. Three of them sighed softly and cast sympathetic glances at Poker Face. "Brother, do you think our little cotton-padded jacket has some air leakage?"