The little fellow was asking for praise, puffing out his chest with both pride and pleasure, as if saying: "Quick, praise me! Keep the compliments coming! Don't stop!"
"Truly impressive."
Ye Hanjun smiled radiantly, making affectionate forehead rubs with GuaGua. The Ice-cold and refreshing sensation felt as if pressing against a block of ice.
"Wow, Liuying!"
"Eh eh eh, Sumei, Lijing, Xinfie... You're all here, such big changes, GuaGua almost didn't recognize you!"
GuaGua frolicked around, restless, taking in the surroundings.
Without realizing it, he locked his gaze on Lord Cong, who had a straight green onion on his head and an overwhelming curiosity surged:
"What a fragrant onion! Let me pluck it! Don't run!"
"Eh?"
Lord Cong extended his pale green onion arms, immediately protecting the onion on his head as if shielding a personally cultivated flower, filled with wariness:
