Ye Xiao entered her room with the painting in her arms, full of joy, only to be met with an unsightly scene. Little King Kong was performing a sensual dance in front of a phone, contaminating her eyes with tons of visual pollution.
"Master, you're back."
Seeing her master return, Little King Kong immediately flew over, ready to get affectionate with a face-to-face greeting, but was mercilessly slapped away by her owner.
"Master, what is that you're holding?"
Little King Kong hadn't seen Ye Xiao with such a happy smile for hundreds of years.
Although the master often smiled, it knew that her smile didn't necessarily mean she was happy. In many cases, her smile meant that some people were about to be in trouble, but now her smile was genuinely joyful.
"Do you still remember Zhu Xiang?"
Ye Xiao sat cross-legged on the carpet and slowly unraveled the silk covering the painting.
