Zhou Ze didn't eat much for lunch. He acted like he didn't need to take any supplements
He ate a little of the sour plum juice.
The old Daoist ate a lot. He ate like crazy. He looked like an old man who could still eat. More than half of the dishes on the table fell into the old Daoist's stomach.
In the afternoon, the old Daoist kept glancing outside the bookstore. He was probably ready to go out and show some love.
Since spider-man could clean the bookstore now, his work was indeed much easier.
However, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Ze's phone rang.
The Caller ID was an unknown number. Zhou Ze picked up the call, and a hoarse voice came from the other end:
"Save me... save me..."
Zhou Ze tilted his head slightly and took the phone a little further away from himself.
Because the noise on the other end of the phone was really heavy, like a series of small firecrackers being set off there.
