"Eh? Miss Song, you're back!"
Huo Qi was walking downstairs when he looked at Song Yaoyao in surprise.
"Yes, I am!"
Song Yaoyao quickly waved her hand and ran past him.
Downstairs, Uncle Zhang was still standing foolishly. Huo Qi looked at Uncle Zhang curiously and scratched his head. "Uncle Zhang, why are you just standing here? Where did you get those oranges?"
He reached out to take them.
Slap!
Uncle Zhang glared at him and quickly hid the oranges.
"Miss Song gave these to me to eat. If you want to eat, you can buy them yourself."
"Uh... Uncle Zhang..."
Huo Qi covered his hands and blinked speechlessly.
It was just two oranges, was there a need for that?
Could it be that the taste of the oranges in his hands was different from the ones sold at the market? Would he live forever after eating them?
"Go, go, go play somewhere else."
Uncle Zhang waved his hand in disdain and left.
