Evening came in the blink of an eye, and the neon lights gradually faded away, restoring the tranquil serenity of the night. Wang Tingting prepared to leave, with Wang Daniu lazily following behind her, his expression indifferent.
But Wang Tingting was no fool; she simply turned a corner, crossed her arms over her chest, and confidently caught Wang Daniu red-handed.
"I knew you wouldn't let go easily," Wang Tingting said angrily as she turned around to face him, "Wang Daniu, why are you following me? Don't think just because you have my grandfather's orders, you can come here and act like a lapdog."
Wang Daniu smirked dismissively and replied lightly, "I'm fulfilling a trusted task. What's there for a vase-like host to be proud of? As for being a lapdog, one has to like who they're following, and you... tsk tsk..."
"Wang Daniu... you're so full of yourself!"
In the midst of Wang Tingting and Wang Daniu's argument, Grandfather Wang suddenly appeared.
