"I'm so stupid, really." In the living room, Chu Ge sat on the sofa with a durian on his head, muttering to himself listlessly, "I only knew they could drive, but I didn't know they could drive my car..."
Qiu Wuji stood to the side, arms crossed, looking him up and down with disdain, mainly trying to see how big the sunflower was, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it while sitting.
"I knew you were a masochist all along, no need to explain." Qiu Wuji finally sighed, speaking in a very compassionate tone, "Creating a group chat for thousands of people to a***e you, that courage is worthy of a creator god, ordinary people can't do that..."
"Uh, thousands of people?" Chu Ge hurriedly said, "That's a joke, they can't possibly do that to me through the internet!"
"How do you know you don't
