None of them dared to stop, they could only knock their heads one after another, one by one, their foreheads turned blue and purple.
But Charlie’s Aunt, Ciara, couldn’t stand it, and said, "Charlie…If they knock down like this, they will die…"
Charlie shook his head and said faintly, "Don’t worry, Aunt, all of these people counts as one, all of them are timid and incompetent rats, otherwise why would they sneak out to buy filial clothes last night? Since all of them are so scared of death, why would you knock yourself to death here? This is not logical."
As he said, he clearly saw that Jon’s kowtow was obviously a lot less powerful.
At first glance, he was refilling the count, so he said coldly, "Aunt, have you seen Jon? His forehead is just kissing the ground, I can’t even see the effort!"
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