Qi Xinzhu looked at Lu Luo, puzzled. There was something strange about the look in his eyes just now, and his tone!
"What are you talking about? What do you mean 'fortunately your milk isn't small either'? Lu Luo, are you talking about me?"
Lu Luo clenched his fist over his mouth.
"COUGH, COUGH. Uh, yes, I was talking about you. But by 'milk,' I mean resources—an endless supply of resources."
"How did it end up being about resources again?"
"This goes back to a long story. I was orphaned at a young age, living in utter poverty..."
Qi Xinzhu interrupted Lu Luo. His previous tale of his origins had been different.
"Weren't you raised in an orphanage from birth? What home are you talking about?"
