C73 Transference of Form

Chung Yong cleared his throat and put the duck on the rack. He moved it here. He sat on the chair and racked his brains to come up with a "story."

"There was once a little girl," Chung Yong said with a subtle expression. "She lived in a very big castle."

Zhuang Qiu's eyes sparkled.

Chung Yong paused for a moment. "She had endless treasures, endless servants, and endless delicacies