"Fifth Brother, you've seen Little King Kong before, it's that parrot."
"What? You had a parrot send the screenplay to the director, Xiao Xiao, how bold of you—it's just a bird that can dance suggestively."
Ye Ling had never imagined that Little King Kong was the same parrot he had seen twerking in front of a phone screen. The memory of that night's scene stung his eyes painfully; he never wanted to see it again.
"Where is that bird now?"
It took quite an effort for Ye Ling to calm himself down, as addressing the problem at hand was crucial.
"It's working at Qiao Si's company, I'll call it right now."
Ye Xiao said as she picked up her phone to call Little King Kong.
Ye Ling felt his sister had gone mad, actually making a phone call to a bird. Although parrots can talk, it's just mimicry without understanding the meaning behind words, calling it was no different from playing the lute to a cow.
