In fact, there was no need to ask Yingjun if he wanted a wife or not. Just by looking at his current state, eagerly wriggling into Song Tan's embrace, it was enough to make the caregivers both envious and sour.
They were envious of how someone could be so adored by dogs—mind you, Yingjun and Princess had both been trained!
They felt sour because, even though they had been feeding them for so long and the dogs were indeed affectionate and clingy, they had never acted like they were right now, like a spoiled baby clamoring for treats.
Song Tan hugged Yingjun and continued to sweet-talk him, "Good Baobao, sweet Baobao, no rush, okay? In a little while, your sister will come to take you home... Ah, our Yingjun is so impressive, if sister wants to take you home, she'll have to pass through many trials first..."
She clumsily rubbed the dog's head and stroked Yingjun's big ears back again and again before she finally let go of him:
