His father rarely talked so much to a stranger...
No, he never talked to strangers.
But this time, they seemed to be having a good time. That person dared to make fun of his father.
Cao Erzhu could not help but become more curious about the identity of the middle-aged man in white.
Perhaps he was not just a village chief.
His father's friend should be mighty.
"Friend..."
His thoughts kept jumping. Early in the morning, Cao Erzhu was already a little sad.
However, after he lifted the hammer, he immediately perked up.
He thought, "I have friends, too. Big Hammer is a good friend!"
However, what did that uncle mean by raising his eyebrows at the end?
Cao Erzhu wondered.
He suddenly felt something strange in his palm. After turning it over to take a look, he realized that some simple lines on the palm had just held the communication bead.
They formed a friendly handshake.
"Oh? Oh?"
