The dark cloud on the roof leapt down and landed on the table.
Aunt Ping's voice cut off. She wanted to reach out to touch Wu Yun's head, but Wu Yun evaded her and jumped straight into the arms of Vermillion.
Vermillion couldn't even focus on eating, holding Wu Yun closely: "Wu Yun, Wu Yun, have you eaten yet?"
Wu Yun stood in her arms, sniffing the noodles on the table, and Vermillion fed it with a spoon, to which it did not refuse.
Chen Ji noticed Aunt Ping's hand hovering mid-air and quickly explained: "Wu Yun is wary of strangers, and usually only lets familiar people hold it. Even Xiao Man took several months to gain its acceptance. But it's strange how quickly it grew close to Little Vermillion despite knowing her for such a short time."
Aunt Ping slowly withdrew her hand, nonchalantly asking: "Does it let Lord Zhang or Mrs. Zhang hold it?"
Chen Ji shook his head: "It does not."
Aunt Ping suddenly asked: "What did you want to ask earlier?"
