"Huh? Where did these little things come from?" Yan Huo asked, puzzled.
"Mine, mine! Give them to me!" Xin Huohuo rushed forward and crudely pinched the bald man's arm.
'Damn, it's so hard. My fingers ache from pinching him.' But at least she'd rescued Little Seven and Little Eight, quickly stuffing them into her bag.
"You can't bring animals in here," Yan Huo said with a light cough.
"There wasn't a sign at the entrance, so how was I supposed to know?" Xin Huohuo played dumb, then turned the tables on them. "I'm very dissatisfied with your service. It's so inconsiderate, not even allowing pets."
"The museum is for people to visit," Bald Xuanliu explained, his voice booming.
