Shen Fangli looked over at the sound and happened to see Chubby trembling as he stood on tiptoe, only able to reach the edge of the table.
She covered her chest. "I suddenly feel like the two of us have terribly rotten consciences."
To anyone watching, Chubby looked like a pitiful little thing being bullied by two unscrupulous adults.
Yan Xianjue was a thoroughly wicked, unscrupulous capitalist, so his conscience did not hurt at all.
He even instructed, "Chubby, don't run around. I'm taking Big Sister to pick dates in the back."
"Okay!" Chubby nodded hard and obediently agreed.
After a pause, he blinked and added, "Chubby wants some too."
Yan Xianjue nodded indifferently, without saying whether he agreed or not.
Shen Fangli poked Yan Xianjue's arm. "That kid really seems to like you. And he doesn't seem to hold grudges."
Yan Xianjue found her rather baffling. "I'm so nice. Why would he hold a grudge against me?"
Shen Fangli: "???"
"The young master really has absolutely no self-awareness," Shen Fangli remarked a second later.
Yan Xianjue cast her a bland glance. "Do you want to eat the dates the young master picks?"
"Hehe, yes!" Shen Fangli instantly changed her tune.
The date trees at the Taoist temple had not been cultivated like orchard trees. They were simply there for village children to snack on, or for passersby from the village to pick a few when thirsty.
Yan Xianjue did not have any suitable tools, so he simply climbed the tree and reached out to pick them.
Resting her chin on her hand below, Shen Fangli said, "I really am a bad person, helping a tyrant commit evil."
Yan Xianjue's response was to flick a light little date at her head.
Shen Fangli rubbed her head, then raised the small