Chu Dazhuang sat in the last row, feeling drowsy as the priest stood in front of the crucifixion cross at the very front, babbling on and on.
As for what he was saying, Chu Dazhuang couldn't quite remember.
Not knowing how long the priest had spoken for, when he finally finished, and all the people stood up to queue, Chu Dazhuang also finally perked up.
Seeing this, something must be happening.
Thinking this, Chu Dazhuang also stood up and followed the crowd to line up.
Seeing the several long queues with people either crossing their hands on their chests, clasping their hands together, or stretching out their hands in a gesture of receiving, Chu Dazhuang was a bit slow to react.
"Hey, brother...!"
Chu Dazhuang spoke softly, also crossing his hands on his chest.
No sooner had he spoken than the person in front of him, Qing Qing, turned his head to look at Chu Dazhuang.
"What's up?"
