: One thousand ninety-seven, strike while the iron is hot

Chen He is scratching his head!

Last night, I drank a little too much.

When Sun Hao called, he seemed to be bragging about how brave he was, even in the face of a monster, it would be a battle with a gun and a stick, insinuating.

At that time, I was not afraid at all!

And precisely because of the bragging, I forgot what Sun Hao said on the phone, um..., at least not sure.

So, face

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