Could it be mom and dad, or someone else, who found his trail?
Anderson stands up.
Put down the joystick game console, walked into the kitchen, looked at Mag who was busy, and said, "Mag, I want to eat mango."
Mag returned, "Okay, now cut it for you."
The supplies delivered today included mangoes, and Mag took one out, cut it into pieces, and put it on a fruit plate.
Then Anderson himself took two steel fruit forks, he carried the fruit tray and picked up the joystick game console.
"Mag, Uncle Ford, I'm going to go play in my room."
"Okay, I'll call you at dinner oh." Mag coaxed.
Anderson happily took his things to his room and closed the door.
Mag breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh my, the little one is finally willing to go to his room. He was killing me in the living room, so I couldn't do anything."
Ford, "In the end, it's a child, and it's good to have a game console to coax."
"Not really." Mag waved his hand, "I told you, he is a child. Aigoo, when he what tigers and beasts to prevent, so many adults look at a child."
"Cut the crap."
advised, "We'll do whatever the top tells us to do."
Mag sighed, "It's so easy to clear the air, so I'll give you extra food tonight."
After Anderson returned to the room, he hurriedly put down the fruit plate.
Take out the fruit fork, the steel fork can replace the one-piece screwdriver. He turned the handle game console upside down.
Unscrew the screws one by one.
He is a child in the end, his hands are not yet developed, and it is a struggle to do such delicate work.
In a short time, he has been dismantled in a sweat.
It was hard to get the screws off.
He opened the back cover of the joystick game console.
Tengdi, his eyes lit up.
Sure enough, someone had slipped something in there.
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