Armor Frenzy

It is now eight o'clock in the evening, the weather is freezing cold, snowflakes are floating in the sky, the biting northwest wind blows through the whole body, and the host is cold to the bones.

Because of an unreasonable old man and a brain-dead leader, we still haven't gotten off work, and we haven't had a chance to eat dinner. Visually, it may take at least an hour before we get off work. Ninety-nine percent of us can't update tonight, I'm sorry, I'm very upset, very depressed, we are all scolding mother, just for work, we can't do it without clenching our teeth.

I'm so hungry that my stomach hurts, don't talk anymore, hurry up and get off work. (To be continued.) uMore wonderful novels, welcome to visit everyone's school