"You're not as fast as you, Lucky Wind," said Zhou Baowei regretfully.
Just as I felt moved, the suspect had already acted, truly a case of hesitation losing out.
Feeling Zhou Baowei's frustration, Lin Li realized that the need to reform the atmosphere of the Nansang Sect was indeed urgent.
Yesterday someone stole a takeout, today someone stole a camera, tomorrow someone might even steal a butt.
"Bai Bufan, should I just give you the whole set with the charger and the stand, since mine has already been stolen?" Lin Li smiled.
"How can I refuse," Bai Bufan reached out, "but if you insist on being so generous...then sure, it becomes treasure out of junk."
"I heard the true treasure from junk is when internet-addicted kids are sent to rehab schools, only to be electrocuted to death and compensated with 1.04 million," Zhou Baowei raised his hand and said.
"That's truly treasure from junk."
