"What's the weather tomorrow? Switching to rain again? Might as well stay home and read in the afternoon." Han Qiwu frowned.
Life hacks delivered some bad news.
If the little peddler doesn't come, how is Han Qiwu supposed to bargain?
Talk to the pig? Can it even understand?
Even if it can understand...
Can it speak human language?
"Forget it, let's wait until the weekend. Check the almanac later, but for today, I need to figure out how to get something done."
"Roar roar roar!" Out of nowhere, the Little Prince suddenly rushed over and knocked over the basket of crab flowers.
Should I just beat the brat up for now?
Twenty minutes later, Han Qiwu and the Little Prince were lying side by side on the ground, panting heavily.
Fighting with the brat was far more fun than hitting a punching bag.
Not only was there some recoil, but the Little Prince's counterattacks were also much more exhilarating than those of a punching bag.
