"A little girl asked me to give this to you. She's also human. Very pretty." Elder Mao handed the object in his hand to Tang San.
Tang San received it. It was a cup, a cup still containing warm milk tea. Or rather, it was a cup of milk tea from the Pretty Girl Milk Tea Shop.
This was the cup that Asura couldn't get yesterday, and today, it was right in front of Tang San, in his hand.
In that instant, his heart was filled with overwhelming happiness, and in that instant, a night's wandering and repression were completely swept away.
Tang San smiled, although the smile was tearful, yet at that moment, everything before him seemed to be bathed in sunshine.
Little Beauty, Xiaowu, thank you.
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