"You guys wait here," Little Brother Yang said as he went back into the room to search for something.
Ma Lu casually picked up the remote from the table and turned on the TV, only to find that the screen was frozen on an animation that was a bit... indescribable.
Looking at the half-depleted stack of tissue paper on the table and the similarly indescribable pose of the figurines beside it, Ma Lu understood why Little Brother Yang had taken a minute to close the door earlier.
He was apparently cleaning up the battlefield, so Ma Lu discretely turned off the TV again.
Which means this beaver-like thing truly had been solidly carrying the whole time.
From the moment he knocked on the door to the present, Little Brother Yang hadn't shown any doubt or confusion about the fact that he had brought a washing machine over for a visit.
It was as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
What kind of magical power was this that could twist reality?!
