Seeing Little Fatty, a faint surprise flashed through Luo Yirui's heart, and then a sudden warmth rose up inside.
Looking at the smile in Luo Yirui's eyes, Little Fatty scratched his head and said, "Ahem, how come you ended up going the same way as me? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were following me."
As he spoke, Little Fatty sprang down the slope in a jump, striding toward Luo Yirui.
Luo Yirui shot him a glare, annoyed—stubborn as a dead duck, still refusing to admit it.
"You're gonna grill fish? Hahaha, Brother Pang loves grilled fish the most!" Little Fatty ran excitedly to the riverside. Seeing fish inside about the size of an adult's palm, looking quite plump, he practically started drooling on the spot.
