Salted Fish Boss felt that Wang Juan didn't go to compete because he wanted to watch cartoons.
It was the cartoon's fault.
Not his fault.
How could Lin Murong put all the blame on him?
Even though he was a salted fish, he wouldn't let Lin Murong slander him without fighting back.
"Cartoons... turn it off. I'm going to take down the TV now; I can't watch a child learn to slack off from you."
"No way!" Salted Fish Boss shrieked, if the TV was dismantled, how would he watch his cartoons.
Was it only Wang Juan who needed to watch cartoons? He, the boss, also wanted to watch, okay.
"Why?" Lin Murong was very puzzled.
"Because I want to watch too. Cartoons, I want to watch."
Lin Murong was even more incomprehensible, "Why? You're such a big person, why do you still love watching cartoons?"
"What's the matter? Can't a grown-up have a little childlike innocence? I'm still a baby," Salted Fish Boss declared with pride.
A grown-up can't watch cartoons?
Who made that rule?
