: One thousand two hundred and eighty-two, loss of strokes

"Third brother..."

"Um?"

"Shall I ask you a question?"

"Brother, tell me."

"Do you know how Edison died?"

"It seems that he died of illness!" The chubby third child scratched his head with his hands, not quite sure.

"No, Edison died while making light bulbs?" Sun Hao stretched out his hand and put his arms around Zeng Li's waist in public, and then said to the fat young man seriously.

"The light bulb

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