He suddenly reached under the table and pulled a young boy out by the neck.
Title: The so-called Queen
Author: Xiaoyu, come out and be cute.
Jiang Yu: Why should I?
Author: No sale? Deduct wages, deduct, deduct, and you’ll have no dinner again today.
Jiang Yu’s hair stands on end: Why should I! You’re a landlord, a miser, a capitalist!
Author: All of the above words describe someone who is rich. Please look at the patches on my clothes and the holes in my shoes… I forgive you for your poor Chinese.
Jiang Yu: …
Hualing, who appeared at some unknown time, put a hand on the author’s shoulder and said: ‘Let’s go and talk about life.’
Author: … No, no, no. No more deductions, no more deductions. The queen spares my life. Look at my old and young on my behalf… Ah!
Jiang Yu tore open a bag of beef, put it in his mouth and chewed – the world was finally quiet.
After a moment, Hualing returned.
Jiang Yu still had a bit of a conscience: where was the unscrupulous author?
Hualing: What do you want to eat tonight? Beef ramen?
Jiang Yu wagged his tail and followed Hualing obediently.
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An author who was buried deep under the soil: You… you… bully… me…