Feng Fuce saw her insist and mused, "How about this, you help me keep these silver coins?"
Zhi'er blinked: "Give it to you when Brother Fu Ce needs them?"
He nodded lightly.
Zhi'er immediately agreed with a squinting smile.
She used her small hands to put the money back into the wallet.
Seeing the child giggle, a deep and profound look flickered in Feng Fuce's eyes.
Silver, he certainly didn't lack, nor would he ask for it.
He just didn't expect Zhi'er to remember so clearly.
Every penny, unwilling to owe him any.
At this moment, Zhi'er's eyes curiously glanced around.
She remembered last time, every cell had someone bloody inside.
Why this time, are these cells all empty?
She took small steps, finding everything new and exciting, while Feng Fuce followed her calmly with steady steps.
Zhi'er stood in front of a wall full of instruments of torture.
She looked up with her delicate pink face, her big eyes blinking lightly.
"Brother Fu Ce, what's this for?"
