"Eat... eat what?"
Ansheng, just back from a walk outside, plopped down into Ah Qing's arms, but what Ah Qing said next left Ansheng stunned.
"How about... An, why don't you think of a way to sneak into the Security Bureau and steal some Spirit Particle Potions? I feel like your software needs updating."
Seeing Ah Qing's hand almost about to be stuffed into her own mouth, Ansheng couldn't help but mock her, while lifting his hind leg to resist Ah Qing's arm.
The more Ansheng resisted, the more Ah Qing felt that Xiaolan might truly be hard to refuse.
Ah Qing, full of suspicion, looked at Aba following behind Xiaolan and said, "You guys... when you went out, are you sure you didn't sneak a snack?"
"Woof?"
Ah Qing looked at Aba, and suddenly a bizarre image popped into her head, showing herself and Brother Fuli entering the mountains, then seeing a dog eating heartily inviting them over with a courteous look.
