Early the next morning, Zhen Haowei was busy with lunch preparations.
Ji Zhangzhuo, who had been beaten up, passed by and grabbed Li Zhou's shoulder, "Is it tasty or not?"
The young man with honey-colored skin grinned, "The eighth younger brother had a bun for breakfast and is now clinging to the younger sister, calling her 'senior sister'."
Ji Zhangzhuo understood; it's very tasty, but the side effects are still strong.
After thinking for a moment, he knocked on the kitchen door, and when Zhen Haowei looked over in confusion, he showed his signature smile, "I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"
Upstairs.
Tuanzi leaned on the windowsill, looking outside.
"Didn't the eldest brother say they would arrive? Why haven't I seen them yet?"
[Ancient Martial System: Probably stuck in traffic]
Tuanzi jumped back to the floor, read a book for a while, told a story to the teddy bear, and then leaned back on the windowsill again, "Why aren't they here yet?"
