Mistress, I Was Wrong

When the wheelchair came down, the wind gently raised the corner of the blanket on the other’s leg. Oriental Minghui discovered that the stolen thief was actually lost. People with legs.

No wonder the other side has to use a cane, but the crutches don't seem to be used.

"What are you trying?"

Oriental Minghui looked at each other's eyes and couldn't say it if he wanted to refuse.

It’s nothing more than a test. When I lose, I don’t have anything about her.

"Xuanzhu, bring you this friend."

The stolen thief pushed the wheelchair by himself and walked toward the hall where the Minghui had just arrived.

After passing through the hall, he turned to the rightmost piece of open space.

Oriental Minghui followed behind Xuanzhu, and looked at a group of small puddings dragging a lot of things out of the house.

"Hey, what are they doing?"