The veins on An Yiqing's forehead were throbbing, and the cat Fatty Mao Er in her arms was crying even harder, making the Thirteen Blood Generals on the second floor even more enthusiastic. It was like a sports meet in the small courtyard early in the morning, so lively.
"Yo, what's going on here? Why is it so lively?"
Zhang Yuksheng heard the crying and laughter from the small courtyard from afar and quickly walked in with Xing Bin, then suddenly stumbled, nearly falling head first.
"What, what happened in the courtyard? Is there a fire?!" Looking at the scorched flowers, plants, and trees in the yard, Zhang Yuksheng and Xing Bin widened their eyes, as if they had been frightened.
"Hey! Hey, hey! Your eyeballs are about to fall to the ground, do you need this cat to catch them for you?" Fatty Mao Er stopped crying and flipped out of An Yiqing's arms, jumping directly onto Zhang Yuksheng's shoulder.
