What's the matter? How can miss Tan have a black air on her head.
the fat man reached out his hand and touched me lightly. "What are you looking at? His eyes are straight."
I told the fat man what I saw. The fat man looked at me...
What's the matter? How can miss Tan have a black air on her head.
the fat man reached out his hand and touched me lightly. "What are you looking at? His eyes are straight."
I told the fat man what I saw. The fat man looked at me...