"Oh? You mean this little fox belongs to me?"
Qingtong looked at Feng Yuan.
"Isn't it?"
Feng Yuan's gaze was icy cold. She lifted her chin, looking down at Qingtong from on high.
"I picked up this little fox out of nowhere a few days ago."
"At the time I was still wondering, how could a Silver Fox like this suddenly show up at the Ouyang Family?"
"Now it seems this little fox was probably sent here by you on purpose, wasn't it?"
"All just to win my sympathy, so you could keep this little fox in the Ouyang Family, and then on a big day like today, when we're hosting guests, it suddenly rushes out to hurt people?"
As she spoke, Feng Yuan looked at Qingtong coldly and said in a deep voice, "Ninth Young Master, I don't know what kind of grudge you and the Ouyang Family have, that you'd harm us like this?"
As she spoke, the expression on her face had already taken on a harsh edge.
"So, you've already decided that this little fox is mine?"
