Yan Miao subconsciously gave a number before realizing it and was somewhat at a loss for words.
What?
Why ask so seriously how much money was given?
How come every sentence from this Little Bun was beyond her expectations?
Was she getting old? Not understanding the thought processes of little kids anymore.
After she uttered the number, she saw Little Bun widen her big cat eyes, deeply anguished, "This is a scam!"
Little Bun's usually composed little face was now slightly puffed with anger, as if defending the dignity of Feng Shui Metaphysics she spoke of, earnest and serious, "Sister, where is the liar? I want to confront him!"
A fortune teller, a Little Milk Bun who came up asking if she wanted her fortune told—
Confront him? Is your confrontation done with Feng Shui Metaphysics?
Was she possibly in a scammers' den, does the anti-fraud app even handle this kind of thing?
Yan Miao squatted in front of this earnestly indignant Little One, her face full of doubt about life.