Fu Yunhe really wished he could slap himself for being duped by Yu Zeming's "serious" demeanor so many times.
He still hadn't learned his lesson!
Ah, his poor little heart, his chestnut chicken!
It hurt to even think about it.
"No, I must eat it quickly before Yu Zeling finds out how delicious it is and definitely comes back to steal it."
Yu Zeming locked the door with the fastest speed he could muster, securing all three locks before heading inside to eat the chicken.
When he took a bite of the chestnut chicken, his heart ached even more.
He had given away so much.
On the other side, Yu Zeling brought the chestnut chicken back to the old family home, where he lived with his father, the poetry judge—Mr. Yu.
"I'm back, I've told your brother."
"I've told him, he'll handle it."
Yu Zeling raised the insulated box in his hand and gave Mr. Yu a shake.
Mr. Yu asked knowingly, "Another scam?"
