Feng Yi nudged Li Mochan with his elbow and whispered, "Haven't you noticed that Mingchong is a bit special towards Jiuliang?"
It seemed he was even somewhat indulgent.
Li Mochan said nothing and followed in the direction of Ye Jiuliang.
Ignored, Feng Yi pursed his lips, really putting love before friendship.
The goldfish scooping stall was deserted.
In the makeshift pool, colorful little goldfish happily swam about.
After paying, Ye Jiuliang took the paper net and a small bowl handed over by the stall owner.
The paper net was fragile, breaking easily with just a bit of force, and the goldfish that was almost within reach instantly got away.
Ye Jiuliang was incredulous and tried several more times, but the result was the same.
The small bowl was as empty as ever, without even a shadow of a goldfish.
"..."
The corners of Ye Jiuliang's mouth twitched slightly.
So uncooperative, huh?
"Pfft."
Laughter erupted from the side.
