As the two were chatting, Chen Ruolong walked into the reed bed, cursing under his breath.
Chen Ruoyi turned to look and saw his pant legs rolled up high, his whole body soaking wet, and his hands completely empty. She laughed and asked, "Mr. Chen, where are the fish you caught?"
"Um, well..." Chen Ruolong scratched his head and offered a lame excuse. "I saw how big those fish were and thought about how hard their lives must be. They have families to support, you know, so my compassionate side took over and I couldn't bring myself to catch them."
"Sis, you know me. I've had a heart of gold since I was a kid."
Chen Ruoyi looked at him with disdain and pretended to gag, clearly not buying his story. "Who was it that swore they wouldn't come back empty-handed?"
