The white ball of fluff beneath the chair suddenly jumped into her arms, Gu Danyu leaning languidly against the chair back, slowly caressing the furry body.
"Woof—"
Dumpling squinted comfortably, completely forgetting the nature of its Husky breed.
[Host, aren't you worried about your little cotton-padded jacket being bullied?]
Gu Danyu glanced outside the window at the two people, a hint of interest emerging in her eyes, "A little cotton-padded jacket doesn't always have to be soft and pliable, and besides, look how well those two little rascals get along."
Dumpling immediately grew silent, aware that the host was up to some sly scheme again.
A moment later, the young man returned to the car, his face stern.
"Hmph." It was the umpteenth time she'd heard the young man grumbling.
Finally, Gu Danyu's gaze leisurely shifted from her phone screen, "What's wrong with our little master this time?"
