Chapter 252: You Like Eating Crayfish Best, Don't You?

It was almost evening when they came out of the photo studio, and the sultry heat finally decreased.

When they was about to get on the car, Cathy stretched out her hand and an U-disk was in his palm. She laughed happily and said, "You will have a hard time."

The man took it, put it in his suit pocket, and he was still calm.

"Call your mother. They are worried these days," He said and the car had been started. "Let's go to the supermarket first."

Cathy nodded, took out...