Seeing the situation, Huo Sining breathed a sigh of relief and no longer paid attention to what was happening over there. She turned around, reaching out to tightly hold Qibao, afraid that the little guy would get separated from her on the street. Lowering her head, she noticed the little guy playing with the Oily Green Species Taotie she had bought, looking as if he couldn't bear to part with it.
Huo Sining couldn't help but find it amusing: "Qibao, do you like this little goat so much?"
Qibao nodded: "The goat is pretty."
Huo Sining shook her head with a smile: "Where's the beauty in this pitch-black thing? You haven't seen good stuff yet. When we get back, I'll take you to my basement, and you'll realize how worthless this thing in your hand is!"
Hearing Huo Sining's words, Qibao instantly became anxious: "No, the goat is valuable. If you don't believe it, sister, Qibao will show you now!"
