The Little Ancestor Teaches You How To Live-Chapter 882: Hu Zi is Also Extremely Brave (2)

"Why are you so surprised? Did you really think I was that brainless?"

Seeing He Beimu’s shocked expression, Achou asked.

"No! I didn’t think that at all!" He Beimu turned his head back, firmly responding to Achou’s words.

"Then why are you so surprised?"

"I’m surprised... because I’m wondering if your boss wants to take over the Qin Family’s wealth," He Beimu explained while keeping an eye on Hu Zi with the corner of his eye.

Hu Zi stopped scratching at the glass window with his front paw and started to pat it instead.

Thankfully, the glass was soundproof, so the sound of his tapping couldn’t be heard inside the room.

He Beimu had only one thought now: he couldn’t let the man in front of him discover it!

"The Qin Family’s wealth? Our boss wouldn’t care for such things!" Achou said with disdain.

Even the tech company that Chu Heng had, which could compete with the Qin Family, was a trivial gift from their boss to Chu Heng.

It was merely to create a distraction, a smokescreen for their activities.

How could their boss possibly care about the Qin Family’s bit of property?

"So I guessed wrong! You guys are amazing! Alright then, get the hell away from me! I don’t want to see you again!" He Beimu suddenly lost his temper.

"You really are fickle, one minute looking completely downcast, and the next you’re blowing up like this," Achou commented.

"That’s just how I am! Got a problem with it?"

"No problem, do whatever you want, as long as you don’t die, it’s not my business."

Achou couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words on He Beimu.

Teenage boys were certainly not something he could understand; there was a generation gap.

No sooner had Achou left than the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered.

A small, fluffy cat paw reached through the broken glass into the inside.

He Beimu thought Hu Zi was just playing with the tapping, but the previous attempts were Hu Zi taking aim.

The five-centimeter-thick bulletproof soundproof glass was as brittle as a potato chip in front of Hu Zi’s little cat paw, and was pierced straight through by it.

Because it was a special type of glass, although there was a hole in the middle about the size of Hu Zi’s paw, the rest remained intact.

"Meow~"

Dopey bodyguard, I’m here to save you!~

Hu Zi called out to He Beimu through the little hole poked by his small cat paw.

His eyes narrowed, looking very happy.

Enduring the pain, He Beimu propped up his upper body, "What are you doing? It’s dangerous here!"

"Meow!"

Dummy, of course, I’m here to rescue you!

"Why would I need your rescue? You’re just a little cat!"

"Meow!"

I’m not just a little cat! I’m super powerful!

"If you’re not a little cat, what are you, you..."

He Beimu suddenly froze.

He... he was having a conversation with Hu Zi?

He could understand what Hu Zi was saying?

How could he understand a cat’s speech?

"Meow?"

Dopey bodyguard, what are you talking about?

"Hu Zi, did you just call me dopey bodyguard?"

"Meow!"

Yeah, yeah, you are the dopey bodyguard, hehehe...

Eh?

"Meow meow?"

Dopey bodyguard, how do you know I called you dopey bodyguard?

He Beimu was also stunned; had he hallucinated due to a head injury?

Not only did he see Hu Zi, but he could also understand Hu Zi speaking.

Hu Zi crouched outside, looking at the dazed He Beimu. His little head seriously pondered for a moment.

Once again, he stretched out his paw and "thud," he made another solid hole in the glass window.

Then there was another series of "thud, thud, thud."