"Senior, senior, senior!"
Shen Jingqi called out.
What Cong Nanxue said was really crucial, crucial enough for Li Baiyu to pass out again.
Just as Shen Jingqi wanted to help Li Baiyu up, suddenly, a pair of hands were on his shoulders.
A pair of shiny black eyes were looking at Shen Jingqi.
"Xiaoxiao?"
Is it you?
Feels a bit different.
"I'm Lucky Sister."
"Lucky Sister?"
Shen Jingqi couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
Lucky Sister looked angrily at Shen Jingqi.
"The name sounds quite folkloric, like a name from those New Year painting dolls."
"How do you know?"
Lucky Sister put her hands on her hips:
"In our hometown, we name people like this."
"May I ask where your hometown is?"
"Around Jiangsu and Zhejiang."
Lucky Sister's eyes swept over the table.
There were still some roast duck frames and pastries left.
Li Baiyu had just eaten, but was Lucky Sister hungry?
Shen Jingqi wasn't sure.
