When this group of guys plays and messes around, but when the family needs them to serve, each of them immediately has to restrain their frivolous and dissolute behavior, and behave honestly.
Heh.
Ming Lan took a photo of the shackles on his leg, then another of his dirt-stained, unclean fingernails, and finally a photo of the low-grade nutrient.
He sent out the three photos at once: [Look, guess what I'm doing.]
The friends, after seeing the photos, all fell into confusion.
After a while, Friend #3 hesitantly asked: [Bro, tell me honestly, did you do something stupid to anger Grandpa Ming, and he sent you to serve time in a small-town jail?]
Wearing shackles, doing hard labor, eating trash nutrient—this is the standard for prison inmates, isn't it?
Ming Lan: [Can't be bothered to explain, I'm going to sleep. I have to get up early to harvest herbs tomorrow.] After sending this message, he turned off the Intelligent Brain Terminal and went to sleep.
