"Foxes are inherently cunning; even if you don't mention it, he would eventually realize that you are playing him. By then, it won't be easy to negotiate."
She let out a soft hum. Was it her imagination, or was there something odd about his tone when he mentioned Fengtian Prefecture?
As Ning Xiaoxian descended the stairs, the sun was already setting in the west. Passing by Miluo, the White Fox suddenly lifted its head and glanced at her.
She saw surprise in Miluo's eyes: "What's wrong?" He couldn't have discovered something else, could he? This fox really was sly, the contemplative look it often had in its eyes made her somewhat wary.
The White Fox lazily rested its head on its forelegs, ignoring her.
