Ding Sihan: "?"
"Lin Li! You're so disgusting!!"
Oh no, the old shoe print hasn't completely disappeared, and a new shoe print has appeared again.
"This is kind of unreasonable, isn't it? I'm complinting your voice in a way." Lin Li said aggrievedly.
"I'd rather you attack ."
"Since you—"
"Shut up."
"Can you manage your girlfriend? Whether she says yes or no, it's unreasonable." Lin Li complained to Chen Yu Ying.
Chen Yu Ying laughed heartily, but her words were cold: "Shut—up—"
Lin Li: TAT.
No worries, he still has his good bro—
Bai Bufan: "Shut up."
Dang it, Bai Bufan's voice ca from behind before Lin Li even turned his head.
Lin Li was left alone and had to sadly accept this ending, burying himself in his work.
"Lin Li, pass the stapler from the table over there." Qu Wanqiu, sitting at the farthest side, glanced at the table and reached out to Lin Li.
Lin Li, who was told to shut up, nodded and handed the item to Qu Wanqiu.
"Thanks—" Qu Wanqiu's thanks got stuck in her throat because she received a heavy wooden cross trinket.
"Why did you hand a cross?" Qu Wanqiu asked in surprise.
"Hmm—hmm—" Lin Li, who was told to shut up, mumbled.
Bai Bufan seized the opportunity to help, looked at Qu Wanqiu, and explained earnestly: "You wanted a stapler, right? Isn't a cross specifically for 'tying Jesus,' the Jesus-stapler?"
Qu Wanqiu, Chen Yu Ying, Ding Sihan: "?"
"What expressions are those? Isn't this how normal people understand it?"
"And Lin Li, why do you keep elbowing ? I'm helping you explain, aren't I?"
Bai Bufan, who was elbowed continuously by Lin Li during the explanation, questioned him in confusion.
Lin Li sighed and gestured towards the door.
Bai Bufan raised his head and t Ding Yu's gaze.
Ding Yu had been staring directly at Bai Bufan, and when Bai Bufan looked up, she silently shifted her gaze to the Jesus-stapler in Qu Wanqiu's hand, her eyes indescribable.
Bai Bufan: ☉_☉.
Uh-oh.
Did I just ss up big ti?
Darn it, can I still leave the church alive?
They won't summon believers and burn this heretic at the stake, will they?
There were at least 50 believers in the Holy Temple just now, while there were only five people on our side.
Bai Bufan thought carefully, which ans if a fight breaks out, he has to deal with 54 people on average, feeling that he couldn't win.
As Bai Bufan was preparing to kneel in response, he furrowed his brows.
Is Aunt Ding trying to suppress a laugh?
He saw Ding Yu's expression subtly shift, her upper teeth biting her lower lip hard, her eyes wide open, nostrils slightly flared, her facial muscles unnaturally tense and twisted, as if enduring so enormous internal struggle.
Her shoulders even began to tremble suspiciously in small motions.
She's definitely trying not to laugh!
It seems she's already reached her limit.
"I, I have sothing to do and need to step out for a bit." Ding Yu's voice carried a faintly detectable quiver as she quickly turned and disappeared out the door.
"..."
"..."
The office was very quiet.
Lin Li broke the silence:
"Dingzi, is soone laughing in the hallway now?"
Ding Sihan shook her head blankly: "No."
Lin Li: "This laughter sounds like it's your aunt's."
Ding Sihan shook her head blankly: "No."
Lin Li: "Dingzi, be honest, does your aunt believe in Catholicism just to get eggs?"
Ding Sihan's expression gradually mirrored her aunt's earlier, then she gritted her teeth:
"Lin Li, you're talking too much, weren't you told to shut up?"
"Okay."
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