"Master Zuo Xiao, how about you come first?"

Duan Mulei looked at Zuo Xiao.

"I'll come first, I'll come first!"

"Ahem!"

Zuo Xiao pretended to be pacing in front of the window, looking at the full moon.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a big plate. Can this piece of shit be used to make a poem?

"that……"

"that……"

"Look at the moon, it's big and round!"

In the distance, Ling Tian rubbed his forehead and broke out in cold sweat.
Chapter completed!