"Ahem..." Fu Xing cleared his throat slightly uncomfortably, "It's too noisy."
The Little round ball immediately began to cry grievously, "Xiao Xing, you're so heartless and ungrateful. You didn't say that when you were growing up with me."
"Pfft..." Lin Fu couldn't help but laugh out loud. Catching Fu Xing's glance, she quickly covered her mouth pretending she didn't exist.
Fu Xing shook his head, smiling wryly, then quickly grabbed the Little round ball, which rapidly transformed back to its true form—a cold, powerful, fierce Mecha, with an invisible breeze that swept over like a blade against the skin.
Lin Fu subconsciously touched her arm, soothing the sting.
"What's wrong?" Lin Fu asked with worried eyes as she saw Fu Xing's serious expression.
With one regretful move, Fu Xing turned the Mecha back into a ball shape. Just when the Little round ball was about to joyfully romp about, not a word out, it was restrained again and plunked down onto the table in front of them.
