With that, Wang Bing continued to bury himself in his work. Chen Fan waited to see what he could do with a roll of string.
"All right!" Five minutes later, Wang Bing clapped his hand and jumped down from the flower bed. Could this also be called an alarm system?
Chen Fan really wanted to go up and kick him, but he just coiled the line at random in the fence for a few laps, then put the two main lines connected to the empty beer bottles, before putting the beer bottles on the window, where they would fall if gently touched.
"Can't you make something more high class?" Chen Fan pointed to the piece of mess and complained. "Could you at least put a vibrating bell on it?"
"Then, why don't I hang two bells on it?"
"It's best to hang you on it!" Chen Fan whispered, "When do you think they will come to steal it?"
