C56 Aircraft

"Uncle, paper airplane, this little grass wants paper plane, hehe." brat suddenly begged as he stared at the telegram in Quan San's hand. It was obvious what he wanted to do. Heh, what a guy. If you can't understand it, then you're going to ruin it.

Shui Se was flustered, while Quan San was generous. He stuffed the paper in his hand to brat and did whatever he wanted