Chapter 422 The Seventh Day

Today was the seventh day, and we’ve been stranded on this desert island for a whole week. Our clothes were still very clean, but no longer as neat as we were in big cities. We can change our clothes, but we didn’t have iron. Since I had no razor to shave my beard, I looked more or less bedraggled now. Wendy pointed at me and laughed, "Tom, look at you. It's only a few days. You’re in your twenties, but look like a middle-aged man." I felt miffed and said, "How good do you think you are?" Wendy...