His assistant's face turned green as he tried hard not to laugh aloud at the sight.
The man knew who did this without needing to think!
He halted at the doorway and surveyed his office. Pretty soon, he saw the deep scratch marks on his leather sofa.
Little Zhezhe's claws had not been trimmed yet, so they had scratched a number of places on the seat.
The man's face turned even darker.
By the time he noticed the bite marks on his study table, his face was already burning with fury!
The assistant observed his boss carefully and dared not utter a sound at the look on his face.
Mu Yazhe slowly turned his head around, gave him a frosty sidelong glare, and said in a threatening tone, "I remember reminding you not to let that stupid doggie escape from its box!"
His assistant hung his head guiltily. "Yes."
"Then, what is this?!"
