"Where did you get this?" Mo Qiang snatched the large, orangish-yellow ball of pulp from the hands of the little panda.
She looked at it carefully and it was just as she expected. This thing was mango! There was no mistaking that tempting and delightful scent. Other than the fact that this ball of pulp no longer resembled a mango and smelt a bit on the funky side and was making her hands itchy—
"Oh, it hurts," she dropped the pulp ball in the hands of Xiao Bo, who took it almost immediately and looked at her with a look of blame in his eyes. "Why are you dropping it? If you like to eat it, then just tell me."
It was a rare fruit. If it had fallen on the ground, it would have been a real shame.
Mo Qiang ignored the panda who was blaming her and repeated, "You haven't answered my question? What is this?"