Let Go Of That Primordial Man

I didn’t go to bed until 5 o’clock yesterday, and my wife woke me up after 7 o’clock, saying that my son had a fever.

After a day of tossing in the hospital, I started typing after eating, but after writing 5 or 6 thousand words, I found that I hated it so much.

The status tonight really needs to be adjusted. I owe two chapters today, and I also owe my brothers two chapters for the monthly ticket plus update in March. The uncle will pay it back as soon as possible.

I'm really sorry, please understand.

In addition, the recent follow-up orders have dropped sharply, which must be the reason why the uncle did not write well, but I hope that the brothers can point out the shortcomings.

If you make a mistake, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand at attention. The uncle must accept it humbly...