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"Let's go, Little Radish," Li Qianxia called out.
"Sigh," Little Radish and Li Changzhou sighed at the same time.
Little Radish was sighing because, having thought she had found a solid backer, it turned out that this backer wasn't so much a mountain as a yacht that loved to sail into the wind and waves, heading towards danger wherever it lurked.
As for Li Changzhou... his mind was now filled with Xiao Qing's: "Let the unfaithful taste my sword!"
The three of them left the house and arrived at the now pointless Peony Garden, with the dance party cancelled.
Little Radish pinched her thumb and index finger together, placed them in her mouth, took a deep breath, and blew forcefully: "Hooo— Pupupupu!"
No whistle sounded, just a spray of saliva.
Watching her, the siblings looked at each other after she wiped her saliva-covered hand on her knee (the part of her dress at her knee).
