Zhi'er opened her little mouth, instinctively wanting to agree.
But she immediately thought: "But, kidnapping seems wrong."
Feng Fuce said solemnly: "Then I'll go talk to Fang Wushen and ask to borrow someone from him."
Though he didn't like Fang Wushen.
But to appease the Little Demon Pet, Feng Fuce was willing to overlook his dislike for Fang Wushen.
Only then did Zhi'er happily nod.
"Reluctantly agreed."
At this point, Feng Fuce was already standing in front of the little one.
He squatted down and looked her in the eye.
"Are you still angry then?"
"Still a bit angry, because we're good friends, but you lied to me, that was really bad."
Zhi'er pouted her little face and complained: "But... for the sake of good food, I'll let it go!"
The little one tilted her head and asked: "What about those orange trees?"
"Do you remember, the Xiuluo Guard was set on fire by some villains before, and most of the orange trees were burned down." Feng Fuce answered lightly.
