"What do you mean by a miracle? You call us just for your brainhole," Tang Ziyi's focused her eyes on Ling Qingyu's face, looking up and down, scrutinizing as if there was a hole in her brain.
"A week has not passed and you're starting to hallucinate," Xiao Yue said from the side, shaking her head and sighing exaggeratedly.
Ling Qingyu's voice got stuck and she put her hand on her waist, murmuring with her gritted teeth: "Should I say Thanks, my gratitude for your…wishes."
"You, two, are aware of the existence that brought you into my world. I received three gifts on the first day that I got here. The first is the chance to bring you out." Ling Qingyu regained her composure and introduced.
"Carry on," Tang Ziyi replied. Xiao Yue was also interested in the remaining gifts.
