Snowball, shaking its fluffy head, was occupied with eating beef jerky and carelessly nodded in response to Jian Qing's words.
Seeing Snowball's non-resistance, Jian Qing raised a satisfied smile.
She picked up the scissors, measuring them against Snowball's head, contemplating what kind of haircut would suit it best.
After a while, a light sparkled in her eyes as she suddenly had an idea.
She stroked a tuft of fur on Snowball's head, and then picked up the scissors and started to trim its hair.
In the quiet room, the "Click click" sound of the scissors echoed from time to time, inciting an inexplicable unease.
When Quan Jingwu finished dealing with his files and came looking for her, he saw this scene as soon as he entered the room.
On the carpet, Snowball was gnawing on some beef jerky while his wife was holding a pair of scissors, deftly trimming Snowball's fur.
She was so immersed in her work that she didn't even notice him standing in the doorway.
