C1762 Intentional

Ye Cheng looked at a bunch of fur with a funny smile on his face. Among the black fur was a cluster of purple hair, which looked a little like the whiskers on Uncle Mai's lips. Mhmm, good grandson! "Say it again, give me the red packet."

A few of his companions ran over, without saying a word, they picked up an empty wine bottle and threw it at Ye Cheng