"Uh, no, no, no, I have them, I really do."
The little baby quickly affirmed with a certain tone, very sure of himself.
He couldn't afford not to have them, he was afraid his brothers might be tempted to eat him instead. What could he do? This was all Uncle Weina's fault, absolutely!
"Uncle Weina gave me a bunch of colorful bottles before, I don't know what they're used for, so I just put them in the Qiankun Bag. I'll take them out for you guys to see."
Hearing the little baby's words, An Yixing stepped forward, took the hand that the little baby had been holding onto his shirt corner with, and freed his hands so he could take the bottles out of the Qiankun Bag.
Meanwhile, Qian Yizheng also took out a piece of tablecloth from his own Qiankun Bag and spread it on the ground.
"Nuonuo, put the things here."
"Oh, okay."
