"Nope," Pan Xiaoxin stopped, showing her the bamboo basket. "That's all I have."
"You really think I'd buy that?" Fu Miaoxue scoffed. "You're one of Bai Youwei's mates. God knows what tricks you're up to!"
Pan Xiaoxin sighed, an old man's sigh, helpless and resigned, and glanced at Fu Miaoxue's bamboo basket, asking: "Sister, you didn't pick a single walnut?"
Fu Miaoxue flared up at the mention of it, rolling her eyes dramatically, "They got stolen!"
Not just stolen, someone even threw rocks at her head. If not for her miraculous transformation into a puppet, her head would have been gushing blood by now!
Fu Miaoxue irritably brushed off the leftover dirt on her veil, her face a picture of sulking.
Pan Xiaoxin picked out a walnut from his own basket and put it in hers, saying: "Sister, stop dawdling. There are still a few hours left till the game ends. If you pick more, maybe you can win."
Having said that, he sighed again, picked up his basket, and walked away.
