After being exposed to Xinxin's suave screaming chicken and Nian's magical zipper bag that could appear and disappear at will, Jin Jiuchi could easily guess that the torch in Zhi's hand was also a prop. Thus he no longer gasped and wow-ed like a countryside kid. Instead, he pointed at the man whose figure was almost buried amidst the labyrinth of silk and asked the people behind him, incredulous. "Is he allowed to do that?"
At once, Tang Ye and Xinxin's eyes snapped to Sister Hong who had her arms crossed in a holier-than-thou posture as usual. She raised her chin and harrumphed, "Someone has to go check the room out either way, so what's wrong with him going? Otherwise, do you want to replace him?"
Jin Jiuchi blinked at her slowly and tilted his head to the side, trying and failing to keep the corner of his lips from raising. "I can…?"
