"What are you all chatting about? Sneaky..."
Ansheng, nestled in Chen Zhiyu's arms, emerged from the office, curious as she looked at Ah Qing, whose eyes were sparkling. It seemed Ah Qing had picked up some top-secret insider info from the livestream, and she whimpered a question.
"Xiaolan is back?"
Seeing the Little Fox return, Ah Qing placed the carbon fiber fishing rod on the rack, pulled Ansheng onto her lap, and turned to the public screen of the livestream, saying:
"Just now in the livestream, a viewer asked if a fox's tail is so fluffy and soft, can it be used as a feather duster to clean wooden sofas?"
Ah Qing looked at the Little Fox, posing the question she had just seen on the public screen.
Of course.
Ah Qing knew that generally speaking, if Huhu was used this way, you'd probably end up with a "whimpering" noise generator at home.
But if Ansheng was used, it seemed quite feasible to Ah Qing.
