*
Dressed in black and white casuals, Fu Xian unfolded his long legs and stepped out of the car.
Xu Lie also hurried out.
The butler, Uncle Ming, was already waiting. He came forward and said with a smile, "The Old Matriarch is waiting for you in her bedroom."
Zhu Yu Run, nestled limply in his arms, twitched her sensitive little nose. She slowly opened her eyes, whimpered, and wriggled a couple of times.
Only then did Uncle Ming notice that his young master was cradling a tender-pink piglet, which was blinking its round eyes and staring at him curiously.
Meeting his gaze, the piglet let out a soft oink.
'This old man looks so friendly.'
'Just like my master in my past life—a hint of creepiness beneath a serious exterior.'
Uncle Ming asked in surprise, "Young Master, this little pig..."
"I found her."
