"Xiaolan, come here quickly, we're taking photos!"
Yu Xueqing burst into a grin seeing Xiaolan return and quickly called out to greet her little fox.
As Ah Qing walked out from the backlit area, Ansheng finally saw clearly what the "stick" in Yu Xueqing's hand was.
It was a colorful, stick-shaped firework.
"As long as it's not for hitting the fox, that's fine. I thought Ah Qing heard something here on the North Island!" Ansheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If it's because that Golden Lion King was roaring all over the place making my butt suffer...
Then Ansheng feels he should be sitting in the driver's seat of an ambulance, driving it to bump the Golden Lion King's butt before they carry it away.
"Where did you just poop? Why does it seem like you have a strange smell on you?"
Yu Xueqing picked up the little fox and placed it on the long bench in front of the restaurant, preparing to wipe the little fox with a wet tissue.
