"This, this, what is this… Thing?" Zhu Lin was so close to Beiting Huang, and he'd walked over to the tiny cauldron as well. He turned left and right twice, yet he wasn't able to discern what this was.
Beiting Huang was on the brink of tears. Wasn't this embarrassing? She raised her hand to her forehead. She could hear the discussions in the entire stands clearly. If not for her prestige, these people would probably be laughing.
The tiny cauldron was childish. She'd merely thrown him out a little late. Did it have to throw such a tantrum?
At this moment, only Beiting Huang could still hear the small cauldron scolding Zhu Lin in his sea of consciousness. "Little thing, how dare you say that I'm something? You're a thing. Your entire family is a thing!"
