"Could it be hidden inside some stinky shoe?"
All the people: "!!!"
"Auntie's life will be laughed away sooner or later because of you."
"Just how small is Mr. Wiggy, that he even hides inside shoes?"
"You probably don't even need to look for him; Mr. Wiggy must have been fumigated to death by now."
"Daughter, be more reliable! Be more reliable!" Wu Zichun decided to set an example. He couldn't let his daughter continue with such wild guesses.
"Let's first determine what kind of coffee Mr. Wiggy drank?"
To judge a character, you need to start from certain aspects, right?
"This is good! This is good!" Little Sweetie immediately stood up and ran over, looking into the cup. Then she made an exaggerated face-palming gesture.
"It's awful! Mommy! There's poison inside!"
"Pfft!" Everyone burst into laughter again.
"Poisoned! Poisoned! Hahaha!"
"Mr. Wiggy: I really should thank you."
"I'm missing, not dead."
"Child, that's black coffee."
