"I'm uninterested." The child's words were like a giant rock that forcibly suppressed Duan Yue's enthusiasm.
How could there be such a heartless and unfeeling child in this world?
Didn't normal children enthusiastically agree as soon as someone invited them to go out and play?
What mutated species of children was this kid? How could she be so unlikeable?!
"Qiaoqiao." Second Uncle suddenly entered with an excited expression. "Did this young brother just say mentors from the Mystic Cultivator Association will come tomorrow to guide and trigger the mystic meridians of children inside the city?"
Qiao Mu glanced at Qiao Hu, who was hiding behind Second Uncle. The boy's round head was downcast and he kept nervously rubbing the edge of his shirt.
