The next day, Liang Yunsheng was sitting in the room to comb his hair for boredom, and Christ rushed in from outside in a blink of an eye.
It was the season for hair loss again. When the boredom shook a little, the cat on his body was about to fall down. He collided with Christ like this. “Ah, cut” Christ sneezes hard.
Liang Yunsheng was a little stunned, looked at him and suddenly laughed.
Klester was very dissatisfied and just wanted to speak again, but he didn’t expect that
“Ah cut, ah cut” was harassed by his bored hair again and kept sneezing.
“Okay, Haocheng, please take boredom away quickly. It seems that Mr. Klester is a little allergic to dog hair.” Liang Yunsheng called Haocheng with great compassion to lead boredom away.
After resting for a while, Klester finally recovered.
“Is there anything important thing you are so anxious to be so anxious?” Liang Yunsheng frowned slightly and asked him with some wonder.
“About the explosion. I have some clues.” Kleist paused, raised his head, and saw Yin Qianchen walking down from the building.