I looked at Mo Yan, who kept waving his shovel and patting the ghost baby.
I've decided not to climb. If I climb on my own, Mo Yan can't stand so many ghost babies.
thinking of this, I put down the rattan and came to Mo Yan's side...
I looked at Mo Yan, who kept waving his shovel and patting the ghost baby.
I've decided not to climb. If I climb on my own, Mo Yan can't stand so many ghost babies.
thinking of this, I put down the rattan and came to Mo Yan's side...