If Mr. Mog was to hold grudges, then he's a goner ...
Why was he subjected to such a vile role?
Life is already so challenging, why does he have to face such torments?
Morris shrugged his shoulders, "Whether Mr. Mog will blame you or not depends on the performance. If the audience believes it or not."
Marcus looked around and asked, "Where is the audience?"
Morris gave a mysterious smile.
Marcus continued, "Why would Mr. Mog have us perform this play out of the blue?"
Morris replied, "If I could guess what on Mr. Mog's mind, wouldn't I essentially become Mr. Mog?"
Marcus scratched his head, looking puzzled.
When Zheng Xianjing once again came to her little sisters, her face was as white as paper.
One of the sisters worriedly asked, "Xianjing, are you okay?"
Zheng Xianjing managed a faint smile, "I'm fine, just feeling a bit sick. Maybe we should head back?"
"Go back? Aren't we going to the Noodle Restaurant?"
