Just then, both of them sensed a burst of somewhat murky yet exceedingly natural Golden Qi erupting from Iron Hand's cottage, prompting the two to exchange glances before hastening into the house.
"Uncle, what happened?"
As soon as Huo Qing entered the door, he started questioning, while An Jing pinpointed the source of the Golden Qi eruption.
It was a somewhat familiar squirrel.
He saw Iron Hand, looking helpless, holding a silver squirrel that was nibbling on a remote control. Behind him, a flying sword, a gun barrel, and a water mirror frame keychain, each bitten, along with a variety of trinkets, were piled up.
He didn't say anything, but his expression said it all. An Jing immediately bowed in apology, "I'm sorry, my pet is a bit... challenging to tame."
"How much is the damage? I'll cover it all!"
