"Contraband?"
"Yeah, didn't your mom tell you to find a decent girl before? You're taking this angle, trying to use an unexpected story to prove her wrong about marriage, so you can create a more relaxed environment for picking up girls." Lin Xiaosu shook his head repeatedly. "I understand your mindset about sneaking in contraband, but is this how you sneak it in? Your mom's not stupid!"
Ding Dong plopped down. "Thinking about it, you're right. Oh well, I still have a hefty eight-figure balance in my account, which should last a while. Next time I have a plan, I'll show you the proposal first..."
He reached out, opened the drawer under the coffee table in front of him, and took out a stack of white paper and a pencil.
He started drawing symbols.
Yes, he was drawing symbols.
The strange pattern in the Wing Blade's brain.
This pattern was very complex, Ding Dong had memorized it after a day and a night, and now it was being sketched under his pen.
