Yun Qiluo forgot to cry, she was coaxed into a daze and uncertainly asked:
"Really?"
Yan Yan made a sound of affirmation and continued, using a lazy yet serious tone to tell her, "But, those are other people's servants. If you give them orders, you have to pay."
The words "pay money" indeed hit her Achilles' heel.
The young girl immediately widened her eyes, "Then I won't randomly use other people's servants anymore!"
"Mm." He responded nonchalantly, his expression somewhat softening.
Good, from now on she wouldn't casually talk to those seniors at school.
Yan Yan was very pleased with his way of educating his pet.
He was just about to pull her over to continue playing with her hand when his gaze landed on that bulging pink backpack.
His gaze turned gloomy again.
"So, who gave you the snacks?"
