C877 Qian'er You Are Still Alive

It was hard for Uncle Lee to refuse his kindness, so Bo Lang and I didn't reject him either. We each took a horse and sat down.

"I'll get another Mazar!" Uncle Lee smiled coyly, turned around, pushed open the door and walked in.

Bo Lang whispered to me: "Uncle Lee used to be a locksmith, but now I don't want to do it anymore. I need to live with a horse