"Nonsense!" Gu Mian immediately retorted, "Your instance is a disaster, so the houses you build are also shoddy, which is perfectly reasonable."
Slaughter was pacing anxiously and didn't have time to listen to his arguments, only searching the house for the loose-leaf door key to send Gu Mian down, as if the house would collapse if he stayed a second longer.
Gu Mian watched as Slaughter approached the sofa, reaching into the gap between the couch cushions.
When at home, he often couldn't find the remote control, and there were many times when Fatty found it in the sofa crevice.
Just then, while groping the sofa crevice, Slaughter suddenly touched something rectangular.
What is this?
He puzzledly pulled it out from the gap, finding a remote control in his hand.
A strange remote control.
Slaughter froze for two seconds, then immediately turned around to look at Gu Mian: "What are you thinking again? I beg you, stop imagining things!"
Gu Mian, embarrassed, turned his head away.
