C572 Suspicious

Sun Xiaoliu patted the window. Her voice was cold, like a clear spring in the muddy sandstorm. She said a lot to Zhao Mohan, "Can you catch it? Aiyah, can you do it? Why don't I go?"

Zhao Mohan thought it was easy to catch fireflies, but he did not expect it to be so difficult. He should have brought a net bag. It was too difficult to catch fireflies with his bare hands