Looking at Little Baldy with his little head tilted back, all serious.
Even someone as brash and unrestrained as Le Wenfeng couldn't bring himself to cuss in front of a kid this age.
The word "ridiculous" got stuck in his throat, turning his face bright red with the effort to hold it back.
He could only glare fiercely at Little Bun.
"I advise you to be honest for your own good,"
Rong Yinghui raised his hand and slapped the back of his head with a smack.
After all, having dealt with quite a bit of business following Tang Jin, he had heard quite a lot of what Little Bun had to say.
Though this soft and squishy little cutie resembled a sesame-filled dumpling, one thing for sure was correct—she never bragged or lied.
Though it seemed she quite liked Little Money, she wouldn't exaggerate the facts for the sake of wealth.
To say that one is possessed by evil spirits—
One could only imagine the situation.
