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After bidding farewell to Kena and the others, Xu Li called Peter and Lisa, bringing along Zhuo Ya and Irina, and they spent several days in Irkutsk, even going to Baikal Lake to experience night fishing.
Can those songs still be called songs? The wailing at the village head was more melodious than his singing. It was embarrassing enough to be ridiculed abroad. Each scornful comment spread wildly online, with those named remaining silent and those hinted at too afraid to speak up. Someone else’s song written for their son took first place; they had the money and the qualifications.
However, their brainless fans began flocking to Xu Li's short video account, picking apart every note they found unpleasant. After several days of insults without any response from the "deity," it gradually lost its flavor, lying in wait for a second attack.
It wasn't that Xu Li didn't want to respond; it was just that his best friend was home with his girlfriend, happily entertaining his future daughter-in-law. He had no time for them.
"Angelina, Kamila, let's go hunting!" Zhuo Ya called out, wearing a tank top and denim shorts, with a shotgun shell belt wrapped around her waist. She hoisted it onto her shoulder and hopped onto Xiong Da's back, waving at Apple Tree and Kamila, who were sitting under the tree chatting and eating fruit.
"You should call me Sister Natasha."
Angelina took a bite of grape and glanced sideways at Zhuo Ya. Kamila seemed quite interested in joining but was held back by Angelina grabbing her right hand, leaving her sitting on a small stool looking longingly.
"If you're not going, don’t drag Kamila along."
Zhuo Ya pouted, still annoyed with Angelina. However, she had a good impression of Kamila; she was like a well-behaved girl who didn’t compete or fight for attention. Unlike Angelina, who had everyone buzzing around her since arriving at the house, leaving herself neglected. Zhuo Ya remembered this small-mindedness and held a grudge!
"If you call me Sister Natasha just once, I’ll go with you."
Angelina smiled as she stood up and walked over to Xiong Da, patting its big head. She said to Zhuo Ya, "If you call me Sister Natasha from now on, I’ll give you a gift."
"I don’t care about that."
Zhuo Ya couldn’t be bothered with her. She leaned down, wrapped her left arm around Angelina’s small waist, and lifted her onto Xiong Da’s back. As Angelina struggled, Zhuo Ya took the opportunity to tease her with a grin, whispering in her ear, "You’re several years older than me; why are you still so childish?"
"You—"
Angelina was quite provoked by her sister-in-law’s words. She turned her head intending to retort but ended up with her face completely enveloped by the valley of Xiong Da's back. After washing her face with embarrassment, she finally managed to break free but pouted in silence.
Irina rode over on Xiong Er and came up beside Kamila, patting Xiong Er's broad back. "Sister Kamila, sit behind me; I’ll lend you my gun."
"Thank you!"
Kamila's big eyes sparkled like crescent moons; her confused expression was quite amusing.
Thank you all for the gifts. I was almost discharged yesterday, but the doctor advised me to wait a bit longer for a specialist consultation. They want to discuss a suitable treatment plan based on my current health condition, so yesterday's excitement was in vain.
Once again, I appreciate all your gifts, support, and encouragement for updates! Please be kind; if you don't enjoy it, there's no need to be harsh. Thank you!
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