Skinny's hair was a mess, and one arm was wrapped in thick bandages, hanging from his neck. Behind him, Liu Dadan had his foot similarly bandaged, using a thick branch as a crutch.
Their clothes were tattered, looking as if they had just escaped from a disaster.
"What's up with you two?"
After not seeing them for a few days, how did they end up looking like this?
Su Xiaoxiao looked them up and down for a moment and couldn't help but speak.
"It's that shameless..."
Liu Dadan started angrily, only to be interrupted by Skinny.
"Forgot what we came here for?"
He glared at Liu Dadan, signaling now wasn't the time to vent; there was proper business to attend to.
Liu Dadan shut his mouth with a sullen look, cheeks puffed out, seeming a bit aggrieved.
With a serious expression, Skinny said to Su Xiaoxiao, "Comrade Su, don't sell your sewing machine these days."
"Why not?"
