"You worthless thing." After wiping the soup off his face, he tossed his jacket aside, glanced at Zhong Yuanliang, and couldn't help but curse out loud!
Zhong Yuanliang blinked, showed no reaction, and looked at Qin Han with a confused expression on his face.
Xu Bingyan, with a face full of curiosity, circled around Zhong Yuanliang a few times and asked with a smile, "Pancake, why aren't you speaking?"
"He can't speak anymore, and he can't hear either." Qin Han said indifferently after glancing at the curious Xu Bingyan.
As everyone sat down for a meal, a touch of resentment flashed in Zhong Yuanliang's eyes. He sat down with a sulky and aggrieved look on his face as if he was the epitome of being wronged.
He swore that this time it truly wasn't on purpose, but who could blame him when his uncle master had tofu stuck to his face and kelp hanging from his ears? Could he possibly hold back his laughter?