Bei Gong lie waved the fat turtledove in his hand and invited Gong Jue and Gu Qiqi to enjoy it together.
Little did he know that Gong Jue’s lungs were about to explode when he heard his invitation.
‘saying that I’m ‘a little weak’?
‘saying that I’m ‘Inferiority Complex’?
‘I’m clearly standing in front of you, yet I still need to tell you?’?
‘damn it, this rude, immoral, mature, and manipulative fellow, does he not know how to spell ‘death’?’?
The veins on Gong Jue’s forehead bulged. Just as he was about to flare up, Gu Qiqi suddenly pressed down hard on his hand, raising his eyebrows and smiling, he said to bei gong lie, “Uncle Lie, you’ve already worked very hard to catch and clean turtledoves. How can I trouble you to cook? Leave it to us, we’ll do it!”
Bei Gong lie smiled. “Alright, we’ll do as you say.”
Gong Jue was so angry that he was smoking.
If he wasn’t mistaken, that fellow’s smile was full of doting, wasn’t it?
