With a flick of Zhouzhou's wrist, under their incredulous gaze, she unfurled the object in her hand, causing the sack to billow in the wind.
Sporting a gleeful grin, she asked, "Little Skinny Pole, do you like this bag?"
Spacious, utilitarian, and collapsible when empty, this was an essential item for stocking up, her most cherished bag indeed.
Little Skinny Pole must surely appreciate it, right? She gazed expectantly at the door, only to be met with a resounding clang as Huo Ji'an locked it from inside.
He no longer wanted to play with the Chubby Girl!
She lacked sincerity!
Hearing the commotion, Zhouzhou looked to the bodyguard in bewilderment, questioning, "Uncle Sweetie, didn't you say that if I gave the best bag, Little Skinny Pole would forgive me?" Why did it feel like things were getting worse?