"I can lift the table again..."
Refuge 404, browsing room on B4 floor.
Chu Guang, who finished his day's work, leaned on the sofa and turned over the posts on the forum, but couldn't laugh or cry——
"Oh! Pass it on! Fang Chang swiped money too quickly and was heavily punished by the scheming!"
"Ha ha ha! Heaven sends justice!"
"Wait, Awei, aren't you also a shareholder?"
“！！Giao！”
"I would like to call it... efficient resource allocation! (funny)"
"Brothers of the Death Corps! Give the old man on the edge a wave of 666