Bab 827: Heaven-Defying Luck

Along the way, Little Treasure kept complaining about Da Bao's fecal behavior. It was so disgusting that he almost touched Da Bao's feces.

There was no place to wash his hands. Even now, he felt that his hands were smelly.

Da Bao's face had gone from blushing and embarrassed to calm now. She was elegant and calm no matter how you said it.

She even said with disdain, "Why don't you take a fragrant poop?"

Alright, Little Treasure choked. He didn't know what to say. It seemed like he really couldn't take a fragrant poop.

"Next time you take a poop, remember to tell me. I'll choose a place for you so that I won't step on it."

"You're really becoming more and more particular. Uncle said that this is called being poor and particular, just like Daddy."

"How is this the same? This is mysophobia. Mysophobia, do you understand?"