In the hall, the Purple Sword and Bamboo Horse were being chased by a green plum.
The autumn-eyed woman did not look at the two little ones, but instead laughed softly and shook her head in response to Zhao Xifu's abrupt question.
The shopkeeper nodded and remained silent.
Zhao Rong took another glance at his wife's tranquil expression, relaxed his brow, and made no further comment.
Seeing this, the others also harbored no doubts,
At that moment, the calm-faced Lingfei suddenly smiled and took the initiative to say to Zhao Rong:
"Rong'er brother, the green plum can't catch up to the Bamboo Horse."
Zhao Rong was puzzled.
This abrupt statement left everyone temporarily confused.
However, Zhao Xifu nodded along, his tone full of interest:
