Wan Donglin chuckled softly.
She also smiled sweetly.
This man has handed his lifeline over to her — like practicing iron cloth and golden bell cover, his vital point is the only weakness — yet, he has entrusted it to her.
Who's afraid?
So, he started to show off again, acting out wildly.
"Brother Donglin, I want to eat pears... I want the small ones, definitely not those yellow-skinned ones..."
"Brother Donglin, I want plums, they must be the sourest ones, the ones with green skins..."
Wan Donglin poured a cup of warm water and walked over, speaking softly: "Silly girl, do you want to add some lemon?"
"Shh... look..."
Wan Donglin followed her gaze and saw a line of ants on the ground.
It was a line of ants working together, carrying a bug much larger than their bodies, slowly progressing along the wisteria flower rack, heading towards victory. It was clear that there was definitely their nest beneath the flower rack's roots.
