Simba: "Meow."
Okay, not okay, okay, not okay, okay, not okay...
Brother said so.
"Meow." Okay.
"Meow." Not okay.
Rolling around in orange peels, Simba, who disdained the human world of frivolity, finally found immense joy, rolling around crazily and frolicking with abandon.
Wyatt went downstairs to the guardroom.
"Uncle Davis."
Sir Davis was watching a drama: "Oh, Wyatt, are you here for a package?"
Sir Davis often helped residents receive their packages, and the small guardroom was piled with them.
Wyatt didn't go inside, but stood at the window outside: "The tenant from the nineteenth floor asked me to pick something up."
Uncle Davis opened a drawer and took out a bag: "What tenant from the nineteenth floor, don't they have a name?"
In the TV drama, the female lead applied black eyeshadow, returning to her dark persona.
Uncle Davis grew excited: "Her name is Rae Bennett."
Wyatt: "..."
He chuckled and took the medicine bag from Davis with both hands, thanking him.
