"Cut the act, come on, spill it, what the hell is going on here?"
Four-eyed Mole Cricket opened its eyes, looking clear-headed, curled up with its tail tucked between its legs in the corner of the tricycle.
"Don't give me that, a stray merchant's pet with no spiritual intelligence? Who are you trying to fool."
Four-eyed Mole Cricket's ears drooped, and it replied weakly,
"Don't bother, no one else can open it. That's the rule—if robbing stray merchants was that easy, everyone would do it."
"Forget it, I'll just donate it all to the Scorching Sun Department tomorrow."
Four-eyed Mole Cricket stared at Wen Yan in horror, absolutely never expecting Wen Yan to be this much of a bastard.
Donate it to the Scorching Sun Department? Even if the Jade Emperor himself comes, he can forget about taking it back.
