“Is she our friend from the orphanage too?” Jeff mumbled to himself.

He started to dig through his memories, trying to think of any fragments related to this beautiful girl.

Still donning the pretentiously polite yet smug smile on his face, he looked at Charlie and said, “Hey, you’re Charlie, right? Long time no see!”

Charlie grinned and said, “Butt Trumpet?”

Butt Trumpet was Jeff’s nickname back when they were in the orphanage. He used to be a chubby glutton who farted a lot, and more importantly, he farted wherever he went and whenever he felt like it. He would fart in classes, during game times, during meals, and when sleeping.

At that time, everyone was troubled and in misery due to his farts, hence the nickname—Butt Trumpet.

before he could say anything, a young man behind him chided indignantly, “Hey, Charlie, watch your tongue! How dare you embarrass our Manager

of Jeff’s lackeys when they were kids. He didn’t expect that

I’m sorry, I’m so used to calling him Butt Trumpet since we were young, I just can’t help

obviously tried to muffle her laugh upon the mention of his nickname. He huffed angrily, “Hey, Charlie,

wife. It would be great for him to have a mouthful of hot food. How can you ask what car he drives, you’re

his forehead and said, “I’m sorry, Charlie, I’m quite

Charlie Wade, let’s see how you’re going to respond to

fart because your intestines were straight, but I didn’t know that you are so straightforward just like how you fart. Is it the trachea that is used to speak?

laughed out loud at

He didn’t expect Charlie to grab his straightforward argument

Charlie’s remark, so he turned to Claire and asked with a coy smile, “By the way, you look quite unfamiliar, I can’t

Jeff, are you blind? Do you know who she is? She is

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