[The painting got destroyed on the way to shipping?]
[It couldn't have gotten lost, could it?]
[That can't be right, brother, leave the name of the courier company; we'll collectively find shelter at their expense!]
[Right, right, right, little brother, don't cry, let's talk about what happened!]
At this moment, in an anciently decorated red lacquered quadrangle in the capital, a young boy about fourteen or fifteen, clutching his phone, indignantly complained about the robbery perpetuated by his unscrupulous grandfather.
In the end, he concluded with a sentence:
[Wuwuwu, just like that my grandfather took the painting, said something about getting it framed, and he's definitely not returning it, I haven't even cherished it enough!]
Everyone: "..."
It felt like worrying for nothing.
This isn't a complaint at all, it's clearly showing off, and of the highest order, at that!
