To be honest, Wen Qian was mentally exhausted. This was the first time she felt the walk home was so long.
Because the Little Fox behind her kept staring at her with a resentful gaze, as if she were some unpardonable villain.
'Heaven knows... I didn't want this either!'
The Little Fox didn't turn away with a cold hmph until they were inside her home.
He stood silently in the center of the living room, arms crossed, but his glossy black eyes kept darting toward Wen Qian's bedroom.
'What's so great about that tiger? He's fierce and violent... What gives him the right to live with the female?'
'Not like him, a fox of noble bloodline with a big, fluffy tail and soft fur. Human females adored him.'
Wen Qian: "Why don't you sit for a bit? I'll go get you all something to drink—"
"Let me, Qianqian," Yin Zhi suddenly cut her off. He then flashed a gentle smile. "I will take good care of our guests."
