Huh?
What was going on?
Why was she taking this seriously?
Zhang Dazhuang furrowed her brow, seemingly pondering how plausible Chen Changan's guess really was.
"No, what's with her?" Chen Changan glanced at Zhang Ergou, who was pretending to be dead, and asked in confusion.
"Leave her alone. She doesn't have a brain."
"Is she actually taking it seriously?"
"Possibly."
Possibly?
What the hell? Just how brainless could she be?
"Ergou, it's over."
"I think I really was picked up."
"Ergou, you're the smart one. Help me figure this out. Could I really have been picked up?"
"What am I supposed to do from now on? I'm not the old fart's biological daughter, and Mother didn't give birth to me."
"Then... where are my real parents?"
"I couldn't... Could I be the child of an enemy? Did my parents bring me home and raise me just to punish my real parents?"
"Ergou, could we be enemies?"
"That's it, it has to be. Why else have you liked beating me up since we were little?"
"You know... what kind of mess is this?"
"What do I do? Can I go home? No, do I even have a home anymore?"
Chen Changan watched Zhang Dazhuang quietly from the side. He'd seen people with no brains before, but not many who were quite this brainless.
And... wasn't her imagination a little too vivid?
No one had said a thing, and she'd already made up a whole story?
"Be quiet."
"You... you're snapping at me? So you really do know the truth, don't you?"
"Could you try using your brain? You look eighty percent like Mother. Anyone can tell at a glance that she gave birth to you. What are you even doubting?"
"Could you stop making such a big drama out of everything?"