Upon hearing this, Jiang Si's eyes widened in surprise. No wonder she is a descendant of the panda, China's national treasure.

Look, even after 3,000 years of changes, they still speak in familiar Chinese tunes.

Jiang Si excitedly slapped the table, her face flushed, and said, "Gungung baby, what you said makes so much sense! Let me tell you, Chinese cat owners are all incredibly talented and can come up with endless life maxims."

"Back in the day, the person who shoveled poop for your ancestors was either a comedian or a pro at surfing the internet."

"There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one? It's foolish to give up the whole forest for a crooked tree. We should be fishpond owners, cast our nets wide, be sea kings, and raise fish everywhere."

Bo Jichen: "..."

Should we still keep this adopted daughter?

Is it too late to return the item?

Can we really distance ourselves from this relationship?

Why did that pup's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot before, but now he's sitting there calmly as if he's waiting to be served tea?

Did he realize something about this change?

No way!

Has your identity been exposed?

They definitely haven't been exposed.

Otherwise, given his stubborn and straightforward personality, he should have dragged her away now, either to give her a spanking or to get a divorce. He would never sit idly by and watch her frolic on the path to self-destruction.

Chu Xi, a devoted fan with a slightly biased perspective: "..."

As expected of his idol, the goddess, she has such a thorough understanding of the ancient Chinese culture, history, and proverbs.

Even the pandas, a specialty of ancient China, are described in such a fluent and authoritative way that it makes one feel as if ancient Chinese panda owners were raising pandas in that way.

“Miss A-Jiang’s words make a lot of sense, but building a fishpond and becoming a sea king costs money. How much wealth do you have now?”

Panda cats are addictive.

Jiang Si was so happy with the panda cat that she didn't even notice who asked her. She casually replied, "I don't have any money, but my husband does. I'll ask him for some later."

My nerves tensed up the moment I finished speaking.

The color drained from her flushed face in an instant.

Who just asked her that?

Did her cheap husband ask her that?

No way?

What is she doing?

Why has it already climbed onto the table?

"That's not right." Yuan Yigun acted as if he had seen a relative, completely ignoring the tall, imposing man with ordinary looks and sharp eyes next to Jiang Jiang, and dragged Jiang Jiang into their panda race. Following Jiang Si's words, he added fuel to the fire, saying, "Jiang Jiang, you said your husband didn't fall in love with you and wanted to divorce you, don't be a coward!"

"We're so good-looking, so outstanding, we have both looks and strength, what are we afraid of? If he wants a divorce, just go ahead and divorce him. We must have the backbone of ancient Chinese people on Earth, and resolutely refuse to be simps or backup options."

"Divorce him. Don't be afraid, I'll support you. I'm good at making money; supporting ten of you wouldn't be a problem. We can even pet cats and dig bamboo shoots together."

Bo Jichen placed his palm on his forehead and silently took two steps back.

The game is over.

Just a moment ago I was saying the brat was calm and collected, but look at this cheap daughter jumping around and begging for her life.

Now his face looks terrible, as black as charcoal.

Chu Xi: "..."

This orc pandaren is shameless.

Taking detours and going around in circles.

To put it simply, no matter how many times you say it...

They offered free seeds and secretly gave money to their idol. After all that, their real purpose was to poach him. Their intentions are despicable!

"Petting fur and digging bamboo shoots?" Jiang Si, holding a bag of seeds, slowly backed off the table, her mind racing with a thousand curses, but she maintained her previous excitement: "Gungun, I don't really want to pet fur or dig bamboo shoots right now. Can you show me around the inside of the TuMi Auction House?"

Yuan Yi shoveled all the fruit off the table and stuffed it into his spatial storage, grinning like a rich man's silly son, puffing out his chest with a hint of smugness: "Of course you can! The TuMi Auction House has shares in the Yuan family, and I have the authority to see whatever you want. Shall we go now?"

Jiang Si jumped off the table, grabbed Yuan Yi's arm as he ran over, and dragged him towards the door as if being chased by a wild beast: "Of course we're leaving now, Gun Gun, did your ancestors leave you any Mao Mao Ge?"

Yuan Yigun exclaimed in surprise, "Jiang Jiang, you even know Mao Mao Ge?"

Her cheap husband didn't say anything, nor did he try to keep her or call her.

So her vest was still firmly on and hadn't been taken off.

Jiang Si suddenly became bolder: "Of course I know, I can even sing it."

Yuan Yigun said urgently, "I can sing too, how about we sing one?"

Jiang Si nodded and said smugly, "Okay, okay, let's do it! 1, 2, 3, start singing: Everyone has hair on their body."

"I'll sing you Momo."

"What exactly is inside us...?"

The human and the beast started singing the "Furry Song" at a high pitch, completely ignoring the other four people in the room.

The door was getting closer.

Jiang Si's hand finally landed on the doorknob, and just as she pulled down, Agares's cold voice came from behind her: "Miss Jiang, becoming a sea queen and building a fishpond are such big things, don't you need to discuss them with your husband first?"