The Nonexistent Zuo Lei

Old Fu was helpless.

But…

He could only brace himself and walk out. He patiently swore to the second wave of neighbors who had received the news and rushed over.

Although Xu Bai was not by the side this time, Old Huang, the creator of the rumors, was around. Therefore, although there were some twists and turns, the outcome was still very good.

The second wave of neighbors left skeptically.

When Old Fu returned to the kitchen, he held Old Huang's big tea jar and drank the tea in one gulp.

He did not expect that it would be more tiring to waste his breath during the day than at night.

Furthermore…

Old Fu looked at the creator of the rumors, Old Huang, with a resentful gaze. "There's no need to think. The third wave is already on its way."

There had to be a third wave.

If nothing unexpected happened, Old Fu felt that he would probably die here today.

Old Huang could only smile leisurely.