Wu Heng glanced at the parrot. "Don't swear on other people's lives."
"I swear on my life, I'll just take a stroll and come right back."
"No, your words aren't reliable," Wu Heng said directly.
"Please, I'll just go out for a walk, and I promise to come back. As a pirate for so many years, honesty and benevolence have been my synonyms. Trust me," Philippa pleaded.
Wu Heng still said, "No, your mouth isn't trustworthy at all."
Philippa's expression froze, and she got up grumpily.
After a long look at him, she said, "Humph! The air here is bad, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to find Mini."
With that, she went to the courtyard, where she and a few other maids started bathing the Skeleton Flying Dragon.
Wu Heng frowned and sniffed around before looking at the air conditioner.
"What's wrong with the air?"
Xiao Xiao's voice then sounded in his ear.
"Uncle, she said you farted."
…
The next day, Central District.