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Yan Kongyue dramatically covered her small bag, asking, "What do you want to do?"
"I—I didn't mean anything!" As she spoke, she had already jumped off the sofa, her long legs striding between Feng Xing and Yan Kongyue.
"Sister, is your bag much better than our Qiankun Bag?"
"Of course!" Yan Kongyue casually tucked her small bag behind her.
"How could it not be?" Lin Qian's meaning was clear; if it was something she could talk about, she would, but if not, she wouldn't ask.
"There's nothing I can't say. I've never hidden anything from you guys when I use it!"
Lin Qian, slightly excited, pointed her chin towards where Yan Kongyue had tucked her bag.
"My bag isn't that special; it's just a bit bigger than yours!"
"A bit?"
"Well, I won't say how much bigger. To be honest, I have no idea how big it is inside; ever since I got this bag, I've never filled it up."
"Sister, how do you manage to say such impressive things in such a low-key tone?" Lin Qian tilted her head to look at her.
"I really don't know. I probed inside with my spiritual sense for over half an hour and couldn't find the edge."
"Wow!"
"How many of these bags do you have?" Huo Jingyu recalled that the one she carried yesterday was different from this one.
"Just one!"
"Huh?" Lin Lang remembered clearly; from the first time they met until now, she had already carried several uniquely shaped bags.
"Oh, this one can be squished!" Yan Kongyue started to squeeze her bag, folding it in half and transforming its shape.
"This is impressive!"
"Yeah, the color, style, and size can all be adjusted at will."
"What did it originally look like?"
"It was a big black messenger bag." Yan Kongyue gestured with her hands to show its size. She wanted to say it was an item from another planet but feared it might scare them, so she held back.
"Alright, that's enough questions. Return to your seat." Feng Xing lifted Lin Qian with one hand and tossed her back to where she originally sat.
"You can't take my stuff and still occupy my space!" Feng Xing scooted closer to Yan Kongyue.
"How old are you to still be arguing with them?" Yan Kongyue shot him a glance.
Feng Xing scratched his brow, ignoring her. He certainly wouldn’t let anyone know that Ben Taizi was already over three hundred years old.
"Fourth Brother, where are you filming this reality show?"
"In a small county town in Shudu."
"Oh, we still have things to take care of, so we can't accompany you. Be careful and take the bell I gave you."
"I'll be back in about a week at most."
"What time is it now?"
"It's past ten, I think!"
"Let’s go out and have some fun!" Feng Xing had long heard from Lin Qian about how exciting the nightlife in the capital was.
"Sure, the bullets have flown around enough by now."
Upon hearing Yan Kongyue's words, Lin Qian immediately understood and quickly stood up. "Wait for me while I change my clothes."
"Wait for me!" Feng Xing had only stayed on the fifth floor for one night; the rest of the time he had been living in Lin Qian's small villa with Huo Jingyu.
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