"Hehe, Boss, I'm here too."
Lin Xiao suddenly heard another voice from behind Bone Douluo.
Then Ning Rongrong poked her head out from behind Bone Douluo and spoke to Lin Xiao with a grin.
"Oh." Lin Xiao nodded, showing little enthusiasm at Ning Rongrong's arrival.
After all, Ning Rongrong was too late to open jars. Coming to the Little Shop now was purely to watch the fun. She was just tagging along, so there was no need to waste too much emotion on her.
What kind of attitude is "oh"? Ning Rongrong felt a little disgruntled.
Seeing how indifferent Lin Xiao was toward her, she immediately frowned and pouted. "Boss, are you happy to see me?"
Lin Xiao paused. "So-so."
"What do you mean, so-so?" Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded.
She felt that her fragile heart had suffered another blow.
By then, Lin Xiao had already shifted his gaze away from Ning Rongrong. He looked at Bone Douluo and said, "You can get ready to open your jars."
"All right."
Bone Douluo nodded firmly and started forward.
But the next moment, he frowned, because Ning Rongrong was tugging at the hem of his clothes.
"Rongrong, what's wrong?"
His brow furrowed.
"Grandpa Long, I won't let you open any jars."
Ning Rongrong pouted.
Bone Douluo nodded. "Oh, if you have something to do, go on home. I'm rather busy here."
"But I'm not busy?"
Ning Rongrong froze.
After a moment's thought, however, she understood. Bone Douluo wanted her to leave.
He had no intention of listening to her opinion at all.
Boohoo, is this really the Grandpa Long who always doted on me?
Ning Rongrong's heart filled with sorrow.
"Rongrong, enough chatting. I'm going to open my jars first."
With that, Bone Douluo freed himself from Ning Rongrong's grip and approached the