To Suit One's Fancy
"Mr. He, do you need a tool?" Little A craned his neck to peer over from behind He Zhichu's back. He could tell that He Zhichu wanted to assemble something. Maybe it was a gun? Or maybe it was a computer?
"Mr. He, do you need a tool?" Little A craned his neck to peer over from behind He Zhichu's back. He could tell that He Zhichu wanted to assemble something. Maybe it was a gun? Or maybe it was a computer?