Ning Rongrong quickly ran over to the trash can and began rummaging through it.
The trash Ning Rongrong was looking for was naturally not ordinary trash, but Uncle Wolf's failed inventions.
"Rong Rong, what are you doing?" Zhu Zhuqing could not help asking when she saw Ning Rongrong digging through the trash can.
"Don't interrupt, Zhuqing. I'm looking for trash." Ning Rongrong eagerly rummaged through it.
She had only earned this privilege after acting cute at Gray Wolf—no, pestering him—for several days.
The trash can here automatically destroyed everything in it at eight every night. She had to find all the interesting trash as quickly as possible.
Zhu Zhuqing: "..."
She could not understand how someone born into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could end up like this.
"Zhuqing, do you want to join me?" Ning Rongrong asked Zhu Zhuqing.
"No." Zhu Zhuqing refused.
She really could not bring herself to dig through a trash can.
"Then I won't share with you later," Ning Rongrong said.
It was not that Ning Rongrong was stingy. The treasures that could be found in this trash were simply far too precious, even more valuable than ordinary thousand-year Soul Bones.
Very quickly, Ning Rongrong found a huge pile of trash.
"Why are you digging through all this stuff?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.
"Because it's fun!" Ning Rongrong replied.
"Here, Zhuqing, open this umbrella for me first." Of course, Ning Rongrong could not take every piece of trash to ask Gray Wolf about. What if he regretted it and took them back?
"Okay." Zhu Zhuqing opened the umbrella. The next moment, torrential rain began pouring endlessly from it.
In an instant, Zhu Zhuqing's clothes were soaked through.
Zhu Zhuqing was already wearing a black skintight outfit. Once it was drenched, quite a bit of her