"Uh, Xiao Hei, you can talk?"
As soon as An Zisheng's words came out, he saw Xiao Hei nod his head with composure.
With a mix of laughter and tears, An Yiqing looked at her curious father and helplessly said, "Dad, Xiao Hei and Old Jin can only communicate with me through spiritual sense, which is a unique way of communication between a spirit beast and its master. You can't understand what it's saying."
"I see... What a pity, I thought cats and dogs could talk!" An Zisheng nodded with some regrets.
No sooner had his voice faded, a soft voice suddenly rang out in the living room.
"Heizi lacks the strength to talk! But Lord Meow can speak!"
"Pfft—!"
Old Jin's shocking words made An Zhiyan, who was drinking tea, spit out a mouthful of water, drenching the sitting An Zhihang from head to toe.
