The suddenly opened door brought in the cold wind from outside, along with hurried footsteps.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"If you put down the soda and melon seeds, wipe that smile off your face, and turn off the TV, I might believe you."
She had just returned from recording another variety show, only to find her master watching her own terrible jokes on TV.
Even Lu Lu, who had always had a good temper, was starting to lose it.
She rubbed her cheeks, red from the cold, only to realize that she had smiled so much she had gone stiff without noticing.
She had rushed from one appearance to another, responding to requests that were either childish or idiotic. Even if her master had told her to appear as "harmless" as possible, as a top-tier powerhouse, she was bearing pressure no one her age should have had to bear.
"When they asked me to taste fried large intestine, I almost tore down that tower."
"Mm, keep working hard. Think about your homeland, miss. You wouldn't want your homeland to have no reinforcements, would you?"
As Lu Mouren spouted nonsense, he was once again reduced to hysterics by Lu Lu on the television, saying with a straight face, "bench tied to a carrying pole."
"Hahaha! You still need to practice crosstalk and tongue twisters. Ah, Lu Lu, what are you doing?! Are you trying to murder your master?"
He dodged the Sword Qi that cleaved the television in half, then looked at Lu Lu, whose single eye was already glowing blood-red. After giving it some thought, Lu PingAn realized that at this distance, he really might not be able to beat her. He wisely stopped provoking her.
For safety's sake, he thought for a moment before speaking.
"You've worked hard,