Fatso and Evil
Editor: Atlas Studios
Zhao Yao looked at Matcha's message then looked at Milk Tea and he could help but picture a scene…
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Matcha, who was 100kg, was lying on the sofa at home. He was so fat he could not turn around. He was pressing on his phone and shouting, "Zhao Yao! Give me some money! There is a new skin again!"
Zhao Yao was as skinny as bones as he walked up trembling and sighed, "All the money in our house has been spent. There is no more money."
"I don't care! Old Man, give me some money!" Matcha's short and fat limbs hit against the ground repeatedly as he yelled, "Meow wah wah! If you don't give me money. I am not going to eat!"
"There is really no money."
On the other bed, Milk Tea, who was also 100kg started howling, "I want money too! Meow wah wah! Old Man, give me money too! Or I won't eat!"
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Zhao Yao inhaled a mouthful of air. He looked at Yellow Mud who was staring at him and thought, "I can't let them live idly anymore."