As she paced internally, Teresa nodded with a complex expression and forced a very, very reluctant smile at Yu Chen, muttering under her breath with a tone that was three parts wistful, two parts bitter, one part admiring, and four parts tragic: "Thank you for your generosity~"
[Generosity...]
Lian, who could no longer bear to watch, slapped her forehead with her hand.
[Generosity??]
Yu Chen blinked in confusion, then suddenly 'understood,' her pretty face turning a bit pale.
[What do you mean by generosity!]
Motan immediately felt a simple urge to run away, shameful to admit, but the 'King' of the [Clown Brand] was indeed spooked by that pink K in his hand, his legs shaking like a sieve.
"Well... uh, Captain Foster."
