C77

Seventy-seven.

When Xiao Jing invited them to dinner, the two mothers were thinking about what they should eat, and walked in front with their arms around each other's shoulders. The two old sisters were on good terms with each other, and looked like little girls chatting and laughing.

"How long have you been here? Have you been waiting downstairs? "

Xiao Jing's footsteps were a bit slower