The Squirrel Clan clenched their butts.
The pain of being hung up and beaten was still vivid in their memories. Although only one squirrel was injured, it was the entire family's face that was lost. Now, they couldn't even lift their heads in front of Daju.
Daju found himself an iron rice bowl, never worrying about food and drink, while they had to struggle daily on the wall, searching for opportunities... How pitiful!
Gray-haired squirrel was just a bit uglier, with a sparser tail, but why?!
In any case, everyone cast a jealous and envious glance at the two pots of rose plants, but didn't dare venture any further.
Song Tan soaked two pots of vermiculite to cut those small rose branches, bursting with Spiritual Energy. Seeing Qiaoqiao's urging messages on the phone, he promptly replied, "Alright! Coming over now."
Qiaoqiao was in a hurry because Mr. Yang seemed unhappy.
