Ren ignored the AI-addicted system and sighed, "I appreciate both offers, really. But can you guys not fight? How about I tell you in the morning about my decision?"
Griffin nodded; his smile was back on his face. Terim could only follow along and agree. However, anyone could tell by his constipated look that he was not happy at all.
Perhaps Griffin too, noticed Terim's face as he shared a knowing look with Ren, and they both burst into laughter, catching Terim off guard and eliciting an annoyed huff from him.
Just then, a bell chimed and the cub hurriedly nudged Ren towards the kitchen. The aroma of freshly steamed dumplings filled the air. He looked at the two people who were willing to help him, looking towards the kitchen door with the same eagerness as his cub.
