"Smelly Xiaolan! Bad Xiaolan! This time, don't think you can get away with it by acting all cheeky!"
"It's only because Sister Lin and the others are here that I'm giving you face and not dealing with you. Wait till we get home, you'll see my size 38 slippers hitting your butt."
Ah Qing put her phone in her pocket, hugged the little fox in her arms, and began to complain about his mischievous behavior of running off with people.
"Whimper, whimper—"
Ansheng moaned comfortably, raised his head, and snuggled against Ah Qing's cheek. While snuggling, the entire fox shrank into a big mouse, and crawled up to sit on Ah Qing's shoulder, stretching across her neck.
"I told you acting cheeky wouldn't work." Ah Qing greeted Lin Ying with a nod, kept a straight face, and took the fox down from her shoulder.
Ah Qing seriously lifted the fox, which looked puzzled, with limbs and tail dangling, looking at Ah Qing and letting out a soft sound: "Whimper? Whimper, whimper..."
