Lu Ming perked up the moment he heard that.
He had been lounging against the counter, but his back instantly straightened and his eyes lit up.
"Come on, give us the details. What happened? Why's your wife suddenly got a problem with you?"
As he spoke, Lu Ming fished a handful of sunflower seeds out from under the counter and started cracking them open.
He even elbowed Feng Dema beside him, reminding him not to get so caught up in the show that he stopped working.
Feng Dema was crouching on the floor, scrubbing a little sparrow amid flying suds. At Lu Ming's words, he looked up with a baby sparrow still cupped in his soap-covered hands, barely able to hide the admiration in his eyes.
He really hadn't expected even a sparrow spirit to have a wife these days. What was wrong with this world? He was, after all, an official employee of the Heavenly Court. Sure, he'd been assigned elsewhere, but he still had a proper permanent position. How was he worse off than a sparrow?
At Lu Ming's question, the Sparrow Spirit sighed, his wings drooping as though he had nothing left to live for.
"You have no idea. She thinks there's not enough room at home and wants me to get a bigger three-bedroom place. But, well, you know how it is. Heh."
At that, the Sparrow Spirit rubbed his wings together sheepishly.
"I may be a monster, but I never do anything illegal. Of course I don't have any money."
Lu Ming paused in his seed-cracking and asked,
"And?"
The Sparrow Spirit edged closer and lowered his voice, wearing the most ingratiating expression imaginable.
"So I thought I'd come ask you for a little help."
Lu Ming nearly swallowed a seed shell. He pointed at