"Your tent?" Du Lai laughed angrily.
He pointed at the branches, "I chopped the wood."
Then he pointed at the leaves, "I picked the leaves."
Finally, he pointed at the vines, "I found the vines."
Du Lai looked Fu Miaoxue up and down, sneering, "You did a little processing, so now it's your tent?"
Fu Miaoxue also laughed angrily, pointing at Du Lai and cursing, "Where did the wood, leaves, and vines come from? Damn it! Without the dagger I gave you, were you going to bite them off with your teeth?!"
"Fine, fine..." Du Lai nodded slowly, holding the fruit in one hand and taking out a dagger and a wire chain with the other, tossing them directly on the ground.
"They're all yours, go chop, go pick. At least I put in the effort, so the tent is at least half mine. But as for the fruit, you didn't contribute any effort or tools, so if you want to eat it, go pick it yourself."
Fu Miaoxue was practically fuming with anger!
Since childhood, when had she ever been treated like this?!
