Seeing that Yun Chujiu still did not react, Di Beiming said anxiously, "Little Jiu, can you forgive me? If you really can't, can we have another birthday celebration?"
"Little Jiu, why don't you hit me a few times, scold me a few times, kick me a few times, as long as you can calm down!"
"Little Jiu, don't you like Spirit Stones the most? As long as you're fine, I'll give you all the Spirit Stones you want!"
"Little Jiu, I've also brought you a lot of food that you like. There's gold-cup cake, braised pork ribs, steamed polar spearfish, polar mussel porridge..."
...
No matter what Di Beiming said, Yun Chujiu acted as if she didn't hear him, as if she had isolated herself from the outside world.
Di Beiming was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat. He spoke helplessly the entire way, but Yun Chujiu still did not have the slightest reaction.
