Fu Ye asked, "Those idiots left?"
The man in charge glared at him. "Subtle, subtle. How many times have I told you not to be so blunt?"
Fu Ye responded perfunctorily.
"This tortoise."
Lu Xiaocha corrected, "Turtle."
The person in charge's lips twitched. "Fine, so be it. What do you plan to do with this turtle?"
As he spoke, his eyes hinted at Fu Ye crazily.
'Keep it, keep it!'
Fu Ye pretended not to see it, making him furious.
Lu Xiaocha patted the turtle shell and said in an innocent but ruthless tone, "Can it be used to make a feast?"
The person in charge was speechless.
Why was this child thinking about food all day!
"This… turtle didn't hurt anyone. Xiaocha, can you sell it to the heretic bureau?"
"But it almost bit my brother!"
The young lady brooded over this.
Lu Beilin's heart warmed when he heard that. His sister was the cutest person in the world.
