Luo Xuemin looked at the tentacle in his teacup and then at Lu Luo! With the hint Zhang Yifan provided earlier, he was surprised by the tentacle's appearance but had some mental preparation.
"Lu Luo, what do you mean by this?"
Truth be told, Lu Luo himself wasn't quite sure what this meant! A tentacle growing out of a teacup—isn't this a joke?
Lu Luo was also somewhat embarrassed. He had been preparing to question Luo Xuemin, which had made the atmosphere very serious. Now, with everyone staring at the tentacle that had grown out of the teacup, the atmosphere suddenly became strange.
"This... Uncle, let's not worry about these details."
"So thick, and you call it a detail?" Luo Xuemin spread his hands, indicating his helplessness.
Lu Luo could only try to control the thing with his thoughts, but there was no response!
"Damn, what's going on?"
The tentacle did respond to Lu Luo's mental control, but it was like a baby just learning to walk, unable to be controlled properly.
