"Mmm..."
"Happy but also a bit unhappy." After reading the letter, Aqing showed a hint of helplessness.
The little fox was liked by everyone, and she was very happy.
But Aunt Lin seemed to have declared her sovereignty, as Aunt Lin appeared to really like the little fox, willing to even drop her business just to accompany him to Chang'an.
Aqing was happy yet a bit unhappy.
She saw Ansheng's delighted face, proudly raising his head as if he had done something great for the family, and couldn't help but pinch his cheeks.
Then.
Under Mo Yiqing's watchful eyes, the little fox and Aqing began a race in the guesthouse.
The little fox dashed across the coffee table, sofa chairs, and the backrest, while Aqing followed reluctantly behind him. Eventually, Aqing pinned Ansheng on the stairs, grabbed his two paws, and started absorbing the fox's Yang Qi.
"Hey..."
"Aqing! The mouse grouper is nearly dead. Should we check out the surfing spotted garoupa?"
