Holding a shovel, Chameleon was stunned. This was the sweat-soaked workout he'd mentioned? Loosening soil?
"Doing this?" Chameleon was a little confused. Wasn't Qin Fen the one who wanted it?
He really did want medicine. The little chubby boy nodded. "Then what else did you want to do?" That question nearly killed Chameleon inside. Could it be that doing this didn't mean doing that? This kid looked so young; it was understandable that he didn't grasp the profound depths of the word "do."
"But I came here to help!" Chameleon didn't want to do this. She had a mission to carry out.
"You are helping. My family's adult said before that his biggest wish right now was to deal with the nursery and have me do a sweat-drenched workout. Didn't you say you wanted that too?" The little chubby boy looked at her with contempt. He was still just a child—how could she lie to him?
He's still just a child? Chameleon was about to cough up blood! The sweat-soaked exercise she had meant was definitely not this.
She couldn't just watch a child do this alone after saying she would help, could she? But when she thought of her mission, she felt conflicted. The words of refusal were already on her lips. She desperately wanted to get close to Qin Fen and see what her partner Black Shadow was doing. This lake was said to be strange, and even Lan Yibing had stationed himself here.
The moment Yan Bing learned about it, he urged her to take action. Chameleon was therefore deeply depressed.
"People these days really have no compassion. Little Qin isn't here, and you're an adult. Will it kill you to lend a hand?" An old man passing by shook his head sorrowfully.
Fuck! Chameleon's heart hurt.