"Hell…"
Seeing Zhao Yao's slanted gaze, Bai Quan immediately stopped talking. He gave a hinted glance at Zhao Yao, "I understand, I understand. I won't leak information out."
Bai Quan followed Zhao Yao upstairs, "Mr. Zhao, please believe me. I really want to follow you wholeheartedly! Give me a chance! I won't disappoint you!"
Zhao Yao curled his lips and treated Bai Quan with indifference, opening the door back to his house.
Once he opened the door, what caught his attention first was Matcha, who was sprawled over the floor with white foam at his mouth. His claws were on the sills of the door as if he was smacking the door before passing out.
Mango was at the side tapping Matcha curiously, seemingly trying to find out why Matcha collapsed.
