Elder Gong rubbed his eyes again: "Where is it?"
The little paperman at this moment looked like someone who had lost a fight, desperately trying to find proof, and wanting someone to back them up.
It stretched its leg forward and pointed with its hand: "Right here, such a big cut!"
Minister Duan stretched his neck and finally saw that at the place the little paperman pointed at, there was a small crack about the size of a pinhole.
Minister Duan's initially worried expression suddenly turned somewhat speechless.
It's not that he wanted to say the little paperman was delicate.
It's just that these people, during missions, even if they broke an arm, would grit their teeth and persevere, none cried as miserably as the little paperman did.
It scared him into thinking the little paperman had really run into something serious.
"Dear ancestor, please stop wailing!"
