C1288 Discordant Notes

Qi Mengyan slapped his thigh, "That's right, why didn't I think of that? It must be a bus, it must be! "

Halfway through the taxi, we realized another serious problem. Because Chen Fusheng had arranged for us to dig out earthworms for him in the morning, we were still wearing our camouflage clothes. Furthermore, there was a lot of dust on top of the camouflage clothes