"Okay," Molly replied. She then picked up a string of chicken wings.
She was waiting for more information from Christopher. Not hearing his reply, she looked up at him, "So?"
Christopher looked at her angrily, "What do you think?"
Sometimes her slow reaction was really annoying.
Molly even didn't dare to eat the food beside her mouth.
What did she think?
She had no idea.
What should she say?
Molly carefully took a bite of the chicken wings. Suddenly she realized something, "So
you're asking me to help you find a date, right?"
Christopher nodded.
She was bad at understanding others, but she was almost there. Christopher hoped she could make some more efforts.
"You can find Jessica if her arm were fine."
Molly continued, "Now you can only find someone else. But don't worry. I'll help you get _ _ _ H one.
"Why ... why are you staring at me like that?" Molly noticed that Christopher was with an ugly look on his face.
Did she say something wrong?
Christopher looked unhappy.
She said she would help her because they were friends. But what did he want?
"You..."
"You're an idiot!"
Christopher interrupted her coldly.
Molly was dumbfounded by this.
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