Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 203 Lovestruck Polly

Tioga International Airport, South City.

Lilly held up a card with a cartoon flowchart that Blake had hand–drawn for her. It showed a sizable airplane first, then a truck, a conveyor belt for luggage, and so forth.

Zachary was uninterested as he trailed Lilly. He had his phone in his hand and was engaged in intense battling in–game. He roared, “Bring it on, you idiot!”

Due to the headphones he was wearing, he was unable to gauge the volume of his own voice. The passersby turned around and gazed at him in surprise.

Lilly quickly waved her hand and apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. My brother is too rude.”

As she said that, she took the bread out of her bag and stuffed it into Zachary’s mouth.

Zachary mumbled, “Hmmm!”

He continued to mumble, but no more offensive words came from his mouth.

Lilly followed the hand–drawn map to collect her luggage and reunite with Polly.

Polly was sent out with pet transportation, where it was in the care of a professional pet carrier.

Polly and another parrot were having a lively conversation, or more accurately, Polly was doing all the talking.

The other bird was a cockatiel parrot. It looked beautiful with its light yellow feathers and smooth crown line. It also had two round red spots on its cheeks just below its eyes, which made its cheeks look pinkish.

“Hello, hi there; did you just wake up?” Polly spread its wings in front of the cockatiel parrot.

That parrot simply ignored Polly.

Lilly said softly, “Polly…”

Polly showed his shining green feathers to the cockatiel parrot again. It said, “Why did you not say anything? Can’t you talk? Oh my gosh! I must teach you then!”

Lilly was speechless.

Polly continued, “Hey, listen to me; you must have a crush on me. If you don’t…I’ll think of something else.”

Lilly called out to the parrot again, “Polly…”

Polly shook its feathers, leaned slightly forward, and got closer to the cockatiel parrot’s cage. It said, “I don’t think you’re the right parrot to date, hmm… but you’re the right parrot to marry me.”

finally lost it, and it shouted, “I’m a male! You

Lilly right away and said, “Let’s go. Quick, we have

laughter in until they finally

embarrassed. She quickly grabbed Polly’s cage, strided

scene.

again delivered an extended statement in gibberish once they were outside the

terminal.

her face. She asked solemnly, “Polly, did you learn

shook its head and said, “I

She then followed the road signs outside while pulling the suitcase with one hand while holding the

earphones on and casually followed

pretended to be “ordinary people” in

in the Crawford Mansion, each receiving real–time surveillance footage from the front

glances at Blake’s computer.

head, “Dad, I’ll believe you if you try a little harder to hide

Hugh was taken aback.

with my

if the focus of your lens shifts just

who yelled, “Move! I want to

1. to.

was rendered silent. He lost

She could not bear to watch this scene. She chided angrily, “My goodness! I should’ve beaten him more severely

narrowed his eyes and stared at Zachary in the

nerve to boss around my

took out

rival’s crystal. Suddenly, his phone went black. Zachary looked puzzled, and he became furious.

to go down now? God, are you

cab. She stood on tiptoe and asked, “Mister, how much would

When he turned to look, he saw

aback. She suspected the driver was trying to scam her. The little one fell into a dilemma, and she asked, “Uncle, can we do with fifty bucks? I don’t have a

The cabbie was astounded.

a great negotiator and tried to reduce the price from 500 to fifty bucks

for 250 bucks. I’m not profiting off of you!” said the cab

briefly. She had a serious expression on her adorable face. She said, “Mister, you can ask for 250 dollars for a ride, but I couldn’t pay that, alright? Daddy said that hardworking people should not be deprived of their earnings, so we couldn’t take away your money. We won’t ride with you;

he listened, the more the driver sensed something was not right. He grumbled, “Hey, it’s fine if you don’t

him sternly, “Mister, don’t drive at night, all right? If you do it too often, you’ll run