After Zhang Jiatong surrendered, she didn't have the awareness of a captive. She huffed her way to the sofa, sat down, and her two vines turned back into arms, clutching a bag of chips to her chest.
Yun Qiuce was baffled, "Do you find demon life too boring, so you came over to boost Qi's achievements on purpose?"
Zhang Jiatong caught the teasing tone in his words, snorted angrily, "I thought I could beat her, so I came to boost the morale of our Demon Clan."
Yun Qiuce couldn't help but laugh. She was still the same Zhang Jiatong, familiar and without a hint of maturity from turning into a demon.
Same old whimsical, quirky, and big-hearted nature.
Clearly, Zhang Jiatong's identity was a facade, but her personality was not.
"Is this what you call boosting morale?" Yun Qiuce mimicked her gesture of surrendering just now.
Zhang Jiatong showed an aggrieved look, venting her frustration on the chips as she ripped open the bag and crunched away.
