Inside the cozy little one-bedroom apartment sat two people, a cat, and two "best friends" who had been beating the absolute life out of each other.
"No... I mean, this turtle actually, actually talked." Trembling hands, a stuttering voice, and an earthquake-like shock in Zhao Xiaomei's pupils.
"Yeah, it talked." A flat tone, arms crossed, and absolute calm from Zhao Yuhan.
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