It seemed he had once promised her that when they met again one day, he would play with her, lifting her up high into the air.
Yi Lin didn't know why, but in such a moment, he recalled such an inconsequential little matter.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
The ground trembled more frequently, getting closer and closer.
It was as if a humanoid tank was dashing across the earth, hurtling towards them.
In the blink of an eye.
A canteen auntie with a face full of fleshy ridges, holding a pig slaughtering knife in one hand and a thick chopping board in the other, her body draped with a greasy yellow-white apron, appeared in the direction of the canteen.
There seemed to be bits of fresh minced meat still clinging to the pig slaughtering knife.
"What the fuck?"
Yi Lin's expression tensed.
Clearly, Cao Tiantian's pitiful state was the gift of the canteen auntie's pig slaughtering knife techniques.
Behind the canteen auntie... followed a large group of canteen aunties!
