Xueqiu swiped a claw across his foolish poop-scooping servant's handsome face: "Meow meow meow!!!"
Qin Mei's face fell from excitement, his brow furrowed tightly, and he stared at Xueqiu with a doubtful expression: "You can't handle it either?"
Xueqiu let out a fierce, inwardly hesitant cry: "Meow!"
Having gotten his answer, Qin Mei scoffed: "Even more useless than me, what's the use of you!" And with that, he tossed Xueqiu onto the ground.
From the behavior of the Second Young Master Qin, it was clear he was on par with Lu Yichen—they were cut from the same cloth.
To debate who was more canine-like would be splitting hairs.
"Meow meow!!!" Xueqiu protested loudly after being unceremoniously thrown to the ground.
Qin Mei didn't spare it a glance, standing still as he once more dialed Qin Ruan's number.
At this moment, the only one who could save him was his dear little sister.
