C87 Decline

I sat on the ground while the dogs panted. The two of them weren't in a hurry to wait for me and Uncle Yang as they chatted.

The shorter one complained to the taller one, "Boss just handed over these trivial matters to us. It's practically like shooting mosquitoes — it's a waste!"

"You know a hammer, this time it's that fortune-teller, a friend of ours. He said he wanted us to come