"Come on, give me a hand." Joan of Arc reached out her hand to Qian Qian, who was climbing onto the air mattress.
Seeing both of the little nemeses on the fish-skin air mattress, Old Liu breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the sunglasses covering half of his face, otherwise his expression just now would have been too awkward.
"Sir, come on up!" Joan of Arc, sitting on the air mattress, extended her hand to Liu Zhenhan.
"Yeah, Sir, you come up too." Qian Qian now also regarded Liu Zhenhan as her support.
"No, no! It's cooler in the water." Liu Zhenhan hurriedly waved his hand and quickly changed the subject, "Qian Qian, you said your uncle's family went underground last night. What kind of magical pets do you think your aunt and cousin will be able to summon back?"
"How should I know? When they come back tonight, we'll see then!" Qian Qian shook her head, "I guess there wasn't enough time. They probably won't find any good magical pets."
