"Yes!"
Lin Baici smiled.
"I understand!"
The young man gritted his teeth, took a look at the height of the clock, then went to push a single-seater sofa, thinking to use it as a stepping stone, but the sofa was too heavy.
"You guys come help me, I'll take down the clock!"
The young man urged.
Qi Heng looked at Lin Baici, waiting for direction.
Lin Baici walked over, grabbed the sofa with one hand and the coffee table with the other, and dragged them under the clock, stacking them together.
"..."
The young man was stunned.
Originally considering if he could beat Lin Baici, seeing this scene made him give up immediately.
Damn!
This punch could probably kill a cow, right?
The young man climbed onto the coffee table, stepped onto the sofa, stood on tiptoe, and cautiously took down the clock hanging on the wall.
"Holy crap!"
Yu Haiyan was amazed: "God Lin, how did you know he was lying? Can you read minds?"
