Chapter 883: Chapter 883

Feng Jizi swung his long sleeves, and Liu Zheng found himself swept into them.

By the time his eyes regained sight, he was already on the bustling street.

"It’s only been ten minutes?"

Liu Zheng glanced at his phone, a bit surprised.

He couldn’t tell if it was luck or if Feng Jizi lent a hand.

He jumped into his sports car and floored the gas pedal, heading straight for Rose Street.

"Quickly, quickly get me my wine!"

As soon as he entered the street, the French Plane Tree called out from afar.

"I haven’t bought it yet, how can I give it to you?"

Liu Zheng pulled up in front of it, speaking helplessly.

"That’s impossible! I caught a whiff of that wine aroma from two streets away. It can’t be anything but wine from the Du Kang Wine Workshop."

The French Plane Tree was adamant in disbelief.

"Maybe I picked up the scent from lying in the wine shop for too long."

He recounted his trip to the Du Kang Wine Workshop.

"Then why haven’t you hurried there yet!"

The French Plane Tree immediately demanded.

Judging by its demeanor, if its mouth weren’t fake, drool would be dripping by now.

"I was going there anyway when you called me!"

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Are you blaming me then?"

The French Plane Tree side-eyed him.

"No, no, how could the esteemed Dai Legao be wrong? Any fault, if there is, lies with me, this humble human."

Liu Zheng raised his voice dramatically.

"Hmph, good that you know. Hurry up, or my chlorophyll will be parched without Du Kang’s wine!"

The French Plane Tree grabbed his hoof and flung him to the side of the sewer.

"Darn! Someday I’ll toss you around like a baseball for fun."

Liu Zheng grumbled in his heart. The most update n0vels are published on novel fire.net

In the sewer, he unexpectedly found the Fisherman staring idly at the wreck left by a party.

"Why didn’t you give a heads-up before coming?"

The Fisherman, noticing him, grumbled irritably.

"Something came up last minute."

Liu Zheng briefly explained the Du Kang Wine Workshop affair.

"What are you up to?"

"Do you think the Sea Girl would sort of party?"

The Fisherman asked, troubled.

He replied without hesitation.

"What matters is not what you do, but whom you do it with. Be it family, friends, or loved ones—she’d be happy. Not just at a party; she’d even like... ahem, going to jail if with them."

He quickly corrected himself before the Fisherman could flare up.

"Who said you could be her lover?"

The Fisherman snapped.

"I’m talking about the nightingale; you’re on the wrong track."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

The Fisherman was even angrier.

"Whether possible or not, it’s reality. If you can’t go up, she needs someone to protect and care for her, right?"

His words left the Fisherman speechless.

"And honestly, I think the Sea Girl liking girls is partly due to you."

Liu Zheng continued piling on.

"How does that concern me?"

The Fisherman retorted instinctively.

"Because men aren’t reliable, right? But everyone needs someone to lean on, so who else but a woman?"

"Of course, reliability isn’t gender-related, or even biology-related."

The Fisherman wanted to snap but didn’t know where to start.

"Don’t dwell too much. The past is past, and you were helpless back then. Drop the fatherly façade and mend the relationship. You’re her only relative; if you pursue her, would she truly run?"

Liu Zheng patted his shoulder.

"You’re not an orphan; how come you understand so well?"

The Fisherman glanced at him.

"Because being an outsider sees things clearly. No stakes for me, so even if I’m wrong, it doesn’t matter. Hehehe."

He chuckled sheepishly.

The Fisherman feigned a punch but held back.

"Go find your Red Ghost; seeing you is annoying."

He feigned irritation.

"Want me to help clean up?"

"What’s worth cleaning? Forget where you are—this is the sewer!"

The Fisherman turned his hand into a rod, sweeping scattered trash into the Underwater River.

"... I think you’re partly why the sewer is often clogged."

Liu Zheng said skeptically.

Since agents are this way, how reckless must others be?

The Fisherman refused to argue on this topic.

"Red Ghost, I brought your coat."

Liu Zheng ignored him, addressing the ceiling.

After a few seconds, the Fisherman remarked.

Liu Zheng glanced left and spotted the safety door not far away.

He walked over, and the safety door swung open automatically.

The Red Ghost stood silently behind the door, like a statue.

Liu Zheng sensed something amiss.

Previously, Donia always greeted him.

Liu Zheng’s expression tightened.

With Paul’s sacrifice for him, he couldn’t bear any mishap with Donia.

"Nothing happened; they’re just taking a nap."

The Red Ghost shook his head.

He exhaled in relief, curious again.

"They didn’t before, but after drinking the Hell Honey Yogurt you brought, they’ve been more lively."

The Red Ghost’s mouth curled into a faint smile.

Everything has opposites yet unity; vivacity begets exhaustion.

"Haha, then you’ll have your hands full—as both their teacher and nanny."

"Willingly. Come in."

The Red Ghost made way.

Inside the classroom, each child lay asleep at their desk, some snoring away, the loudest being Donia.