Su Qiao and Gao Jinghui exchanged a glance, both finding it somewhat amusing.
"Do I look sufficiently miserable like this?"
Su Qiao drooped the corners of her mouth, furrowed her brows, and put on a dejected expression.
Seeing her scrunch up her eyes, nose, and mouth until they were almost all bunched together, Gao Jinghui couldn't resist saying, "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were constipated."
Su Qiao: "..."
"Do you even know how to talk? Are you looking to get beaten?"
As she spoke, Su Qiao shook her fist and moved to pummel him.
Gao Jinghui hurriedly dodged. "No, no, no! I said the wrong thing. Isn't that enough?"
"Hmph."
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glare and turned to leave.
Gao Jinghui knew he had made her angry, so he quickly grabbed her arm.
He deliberately made himself look as ugly as possible. "How do I look like this?"
Su Qiao viciously retorted, "People would think that when you looked up at the sky, a passing bird had pooped on you!"
"..."
Gao Jinghui felt as if an arrow had been viciously driven through his heart.
He muttered softly, "I was only joking with you. Did you really have to retaliate like that?"
Su Qiao heard him clearly and rolled her eyes. "I was joking with you too."
"You two youngsters, stop fooling around and hurry up. If you delay any longer, it'll be dark."
Having successfully obtained the remaining pieces of gold, Xiao Aimin stuffed them into a sack, put it in the back basket, and urged the two youngsters along as they hurried down the mountain.
All the muscles in his body remained tightly tensed along the way, and he stayed highly alert, afraid that several robbers might suddenly leap out from somewhere.
Fortunately,