"Heh," Zhao Qi sneered.
Meng Xiaoyi looked at Xie Fu Yao. He turned his back to them, also preventing the camera from capturing his expression.
Having thrown everything they had, the squirrels had already run off.
Xie Fu Yao's body ached a little from being hit, but it wasn't serious. He kept holding the long wooden stick, jumping up again and again to throw it at the supplies.
He paid no attention to their conversation.
Meng Xiaoyi looked over. "Brother Xie, you should have a word with him. We may not be famous, but we're not illiterate, are we? This whole 'dropout' thing... it won't be good if the netizens pin that label on us."
With his back still turned, Xie Fu Yao was furious. 'This idiot. Is she trying to cause trouble for me on purpose?'
