Seeing someone backing him up, Rong Ziqi's voice grew much louder: "I won't come out. If you have the guts, why don't you roll over here yourself?"
Du Du was about to angrily march his chubby legs over there, but it seemed he remembered something. His eyes rolled around, and he smiled smugly.
"Hmph, Rong Ziqi, you think you can provoke me with reverse psychology? Psh, I won't fall for that trick!"
Sisi and Zhong Anmei couldn't help but laugh at the sight, even a little kid knew about reverse psychology.
The girl standing in front of Rong Ziqi looked about seventeen or eighteen, petite and slender, with short hair cut to ear-length, her skin a bit dark, and her appearance quite plain. Her only remarkable feature was her bright, black eyes; there was nothing else noteworthy about her.
