In the last year before doomsday, Lu Jingzhi would be holding her phone and casually chatting up the ladies with talent from all around the world, saying things like "Sister, marry me," "Experience being a tyrant", and all kinds of rainbow farts.
Now, even taking a glance doesn't fit the social trend.
Such a sin.
But she still wanted to look.
Hehe.
Not only did she want to look, but she also wanted to say, "I've been to the gambling house, what's there that I cannot look at?"
Qing Wuya pointed at the brilliantly lit boat next door and said, "That's what you cannot look at."
Lu Jingzhi shrugged, "Alright, when I have the time, I'll sneak a peek."
Qing Wuya had a headache.
Did she not know what kind of place that was?
Well.
Although this young lady was playful and highly skilled at doing things which often made people overlook her age, she wasn't very old if you thought about it.
"How old are you?"
"Twelve."
