In the month of La, during Little New Year, Zhihe Academy closed for the holiday, and Qin Mingchun and Qin Mingqi returned to the Qin family. They first paid their respects to Old Mrs. Qin before departing.
Qin Mingchun headed to Qin Liuxi's side courtyard, patting the wallet at his waist as he strode into the yard.
"You dead vixen, don't run, give me back my Ginsengfruit."
Just as Qin Mingchun stepped in, a fiery red shadow swiftly flashed by, followed by something else chasing after it, and a strong scent hit his nose.
Qin Mingchun was somewhat stunned, and looked around; was he seeing things?
It seemed like a ginseng had just run past his feet, and there was a strong ginseng smell.
It must have been his imagination, how could a ginseng run and talk?
