Su Qing also took the small four-leaf clover, pinched the root and turned it.
This seems to be a two-way street.
"Oh, it's a snack."
Su Qing was speechless for a moment, and even wanted to turn around and leave. He hadn't tasted the snack he just got, and it might be gone.
"Is it for my father?"
Su Qing also silently placed the snack between Mikazuki and Xiaokarasuma.
Sometimes the title of father is too useful, and Su Qing doesn't dare to refute it.
Shaking his head, Su Qing also wanted to hear if there was any tree sap flowing in his head, and why he took this road back to the castle tower.
"Are you acting like a spoiled child to your father?"
Shaking his head in a cute way, Xiao Wuwan picked up a big fortune and placed it in Su Qingyi's hand.
There was a hint of grievance in her green eyes, but Su Qingyi didn't say anything, and returned to the castle tower alone holding her broken heart.
Intention: fate