"Sir, it's climbing up towards your waist."
"Sir, it has made its way up to your chest. Ah, it jumped to your arm."
"Sir, it..."
Sifang's cries of surprise kept sounding in Yu Changkong's ears, buzzing and incredibly noisy.
"Silence." Yu Changkong couldn't help but speak up to stop it.
Sifang immediately shut his mouth, staring at the little paper figure, and said softly, "I just wanted to tell Sir this small paper figure is just like a real one, very amusing."
Uncle Qian gave him a look. It was like bringing up what should not be brought up, reminding Sir of his painful eye condition?
Sifang realized this and quickly said, "Sir, I won't mention it again, please don't be annoyed."
Yu Changkong hummed, feeling a bit frustrated.
