Around Ji You, a mix of emotions—touching, lamenting, complex, happy, joy... These spiritual fluctuations were active, Mu Jianling raised an eyebrow, saying, "You can ask them if I'm right?"
Is there even a need to ask?
The entire spiritual world, the six spiritual threads were almost boiling, Ji You raised her hand, rubbed her temples, and sighed, "Teacher, it's not that I'm deliberately starving them, it's just... I'm really... useless, I can't afford to keep them."
As the words landed, Ji You lowered her lids, hiding the self-blame and distress in her eyes, only revealing just a trace, perfectly displayed in front of Mu Jianling.
—So, there will be Cloud Mist Tea, right?
—Worst comes to worst, a Butterfly Honey Bean?
…
Mu Jianling seemed like a blind person, ignoring Ji You's performance, coldly saying, "Feed your own pets, your own threads, find a way to feed them, I don't care."
Ji You: "..."
Ji You's smile at the corner of her mouth stiffened.
1 second later.
