The King of Boasting

"Gurgle."

After Xu Xiaoshou swallowed the last bit of cooked beef, he got up while sucking his fingers.

"Tiansang Spirit Palace, Xu Xiaoshou."

He graciously reached his hand out.

Fu Yinhong's eyelids twitched wildly, realizing that he could hear her.

But…

Seeing the hand full of grease and the disgusting dark sauce on it, she couldn't shake it.

Cursed, passive point, 1.

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have realized that his hand was full of grease. He hastened to pick up a tissue to wipe it and tapped Aje's head, who was at his side.

"Where are your manners? Greet her!"

"Ma Ma." It was a puzzling greeting.

Fu Yinhong didn't know what to think.

She was even more confused.

"Cough, cough. Sorry, this guy only knows to say that." Xu Xiaoshou pulled Aje back to prevent it from suddenly striking.