“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.

him chided indignantly, “Hey, Charlie, watch your tongue! How dare you embarrass our Manager Mowry

lackeys when they were kids. He didn’t expect that he would still

to calling him Butt Trumpet

a little agitated when she obviously tried to muffle her laugh upon the mention of his nickname. He huffed angrily, “Hey, Charlie, I see that

overboard. I heard that he became a live-in son-in-law who mooches off his wife. It would be

said, “I’m sorry, Charlie,

Charlie Wade, let’s see how you’re

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? Your trachea is

laughed out loud at

didn’t expect Charlie to grab his straightforward

he turned to Claire and asked with a coy smile, “By the way, you look quite unfamiliar, I can’t recognize you. Is it because I haven’t returned to the orphanage for so many years?

you know

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