PREVIEW
... uffer!"
Yang Ge stood behind Zhao Miao with his arms crossed, full of confidence, his tone certain, spouting rhymes as if he were the god of mahjong reincarnated.
Zhao Miao, looking perplexed, cleared his own hand, glanced at the revealed tiles on the table, hesitantly picked up the chicken with one dot, and said in a weak, small voice, "One dot chicken!"
Xiao Baoqi, the hooligan, and the flea all looked at Zhao Miao with innocent faces.
Seeing their expressions, ...
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