I found that talking to some people was like a ghost hitting a wall I said the city gate tower, he said a few leaders I said shoulder head, he pulled the crotch bone shaft It's like a piece of hob meat If you say one thing, don't take it for granted, immediately tear up the next thing, you reason with him, and he will play scoundrels with you You are a scoundrel with him, and he begins to reason 🫡 It's really like a ghost hitting a wall, it's really a ghost. It's even harder 🙃 than my mother