"Hehehe..."
Its hand caressed the boy's face gently patted it.
"You act so well, it even makes me wonder who among us is the one wearing a human skin?"
...
"Driiu!——"
The sound of electricity woke Li Zhiyuan. He lowered his head, looking at the microphone in his hand.
"Xiao Yuan, turn off the microphone, Grandfather's ears hurt."
Li Zhiyuan turned off the microphone, the electrical sound disappeared, he turned around and looked at Ding Dalin.
Ding Dalin lifted his head, a hot towel was placed on his face, completely covering it.
His voice came from under the towel:
"Xiao Yuan, did you just learn the local dialect?"
The same question.
Li Zhiyuan wondered, was the previous scene an illusion of his?
"Um, just learned it."
"Where did you live before?"
"Youzhou."
"Hehehe..."
Ding Dalin laughed, lifting the towel from his face, revealing a face slightly flushed from the hot compress.
"Such a clever child."
