Chapter 127: Clever Little Imp
"Boss, should I run?"
Xingtong ignored the old, fat, and ugly "Old Fan." She only trusted her boss, who treated her well.
Gu He nodded and told her to listen. Only then did Xingtong start running laps around the bar, leaving a trail of dirty footprints on the floor.
Even the laymen in the room could spot the anomaly. The little girl's face twitched, veins visibly bulging.
"Old Fan, how much of that wine did you give her?" Lorna asked, looking a little tense. "Are you going senile? Why is she reacting like this?"
She was just a six or seven-year-old girl. Her nervous system wouldn't fully mature for at least another ten years.
Xingtong's reaction wasn't a question of whether she had talent—she definitely possessed an extraordinary aptitude. The problem was...
She was far too talented. At her age, she shouldn't be showing this level of neural response.
"Old Fan..." Ayane Kumiko looked just as skeptical. "Did you give her too strong a dose?"