"Squeak?"
The white mouse practicing dance noticed Yu Zhenghong's pickup truck returning, instinctively glanced over.
Yet, with just one glance, the white mouse instinctively halted its daily exercise, its eyes becoming teary, looking at Master Fuli with a face full of words left unsaid.
"Squeak squeak squeak——"
Oh, oh, oh! Brother, big brother, you're finally back!
The pillar of our family has returned!
"Why are you so excited?"
Ansheng had just gotten off the car, hadn't even had time to drink an icy cola, and was directly dumbfounded, staring at the white mouse rubbing against his thigh.
"Squeak!"
The white mouse tightly hugged Master Fuli's leg, sorrowfully emitting a series of "squeak" sounds.
Just when I had developed intelligence, Brother Fuli, you went north to study law.
I originally thought of mixing in at the Homeless House, get a little cut of that sweet water, but they said I might scare the customers, and refused to take me.
