Meng Qingge, who didn't know what was going on, started laughing all of a sudden.
Ji Wanzhou thought he was scared silly and asked gratefully, "Are you alright?"
Meng Qingge smiled, bent her waist, squatted down and waved at Ji Wanzhou, then said: "It's fine, it's fine. I just remembered that the two guys from before wanted to laugh. The two of them are so funny. "
Seeing the current Meng Qingge, Ji Wanzhou really didn't know what to say anymore. He could only squat down and support Meng Qingge, who was still laughing, and said, "Okay, stop laughing, is it that funny?"
"Oh, you know it's not so funny now?" After hearing Ji Wanzhou's words, Meng Qingge followed him and said that sentence. Then, she took the goods she had just made and walked towards the cart.
Ji Wanzhou looked at Meng Qingge's back and could only smile helplessly. He picked up the two daggers and put them on a slightly empty shelf beside him. Then, he went to look for Meng Qingge.