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"Braised pork, braised pork!"
Tan'er bounced along the small pathway of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, enjoying the first trickling spring rain.
Meanwhile, she was tailing Meng Qianqian.
This task was something she'd assigned herself.
"This is what they call, misusing public resources for private matters!"
Meng Qianqian walked ahead, listening to Tan'er's seemingly clever conclusion, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Suddenly, she came to a halt.
Tan'er let out a startled "Hm?" and stopped as well, glancing warily around and asking, "Which cowardly turtle is hiding here? Still sneaking around? If you don't show yourself, watch out—I might start killing indiscriminately!"
"Little girl, your use of idioms isn't bad."
The Mao Tu, dressed in green and holding a peach blossom umbrella, descended from the sky. Her trailing hem and sleeves spread out in the night rain, resembling a picturesque scene of Jiangnan rain and mist.
