"Ha!?"
With a dissatisfied snort, Yu Temple's face was covered with a layer of frost and he said displeasedly.
"Fuuta, I have watched you grow up, but I know very well when you are lying! Is there really no Judaime in there? If he is really not in there, why are you standing here with your neck stretched out like a goose? What? Are you planning to go crow tomorrow morning?"
"Goose? - Brother Feng Tai, is my neck that long? Besides, if it's the mother chicken's job to crow, right?"
Being choked and speechless by Jokudera's words, Fuuta retorted in a low voice unwillingly.
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