In Wang Man's house, there's a secret mechanism. In the kitchen, there's a cupboard for bowls and chopsticks, filled with various items. The upper layer contains bowls and plates, while the lower layer holds rice and miscellaneous grains.
Half-used, dusty, standing inconspicuously in the corner.
Wang Man put Wen Ran down, leaned against the wall, and stood up, still complaining, "This kid looks skinny, but isn't light at all."
Wen Ran: "..."
Damn it!
Just you wait.
Xi Yang was even less gentle, putting Xiao Chenye down from his shoulder, leaning him against the wall, letting him fall limply and making a loud bang.
Wang Man: "!"
She widened her eyes, gritting her teeth, "Could you be gentler? This boy only had a couple of drinks, and if you drop him awake, it'll be troublesome."
Xi Yang rolled his eyes indifferently, "Even if he wakes up, in his dazed state, do you think he could beat me?"
Wang Man exhaled, too lazy to argue with him, "Do as you please."
