Qin Yu, with a mouthful of pig's trotter meat, froze for a moment, and Jiaojiao suddenly looked up, cheeks bulging, nearly spitting it out, but then she thought of how delicious and expensive this pig's trotter meat was.
She gulped it down again and even hummed as she licked her claws.
This action left everyone else speechless: "...."
This isn't a chicken, it's a pig!
Realizing their gazes... Jiaojiao sulked for a bit, weakly clung onto Qin Yu's arm, and conveniently wiped her saliva and sauce-covered plump chicken claw on Qin Yu's clothes.
"Who are you?" Qin Yu asked with a puzzled face, also somewhat on guard, as if afraid of being caught.
Liu Rushi's smile contained a hint of mockery, "We are the people who want to see your true face, miss."
Qin Yu gave her a sidelong glance, her gaze flirty, "Little girl, I stopped being a 'miss' a long time ago."
The words had a naughty implication, not very serious.
