I Am the Worst at Bluffing

In the face of such an imperious juvenile and his ridiculous proposal, Bu Fang really didn't know what to say.

Someone actually wanted to purchase Whitey. He has got… quite a unique taste. Bu Fang twisted his head to look at the chubby Whitey, inspecting the puppet up and down. There was nothing extraordinary about it from head to toe, and plus it was just so fat. How could someone be interested in it?

There were tons of rich folks visiting Fang Fang's Little Store back in the Imperial City on a daily basis but none had proposed to purchase Whitey. This young lad before his eyes was indeed a bold one.

"Whitey, did you hear that, it turns out you've still got some admirers in this world." Bu Fang patted Whitey's plump, white belly with a solemn expression and muttered seriously.

Whitey's robotic eyes flickered red. It's fan-like hands raised up to touch its own round head… Its face was filled with bewilderment.