"Qingyue, Master, I... Can I call you this?"
"This... Where's the little Mao'er?"
Ling Zhuo thought, "Su Qingyue, can you please stop changing the subject? Xiao Mao'er, Xiao Mao, what are you doing?"
He said, "Little Mao'er, like you, is a glutton." He pointed to the golden, fluffy little monkey holding a chicken leg.
"Oh..."
"Oh what, how do you change the subject?"
"Well..."
"Huh?"
"You're just kidding, aren't you? I'm your master! You want to usurp the throne!"
A day of rough and tumble
