C139 Mend

Mo Qingfeng jumped out of the wall and saw a mule happily gnawing on a clump of grass. On the ground, there was a pile of smelly poop. Mo Qingfeng secretly cursed as he covered his nose, "Whose mule is it that ugly?"

"God damn, who cursed my BMW?"

Mo Qingfeng looked over to the source of the voice. A small figure slowly stood up from the corner of the wall, his mouth was also chewing grass