The little fox was scared out of its wits.
It huddled and shivered in Chen Ye's palm, its fluffy tail quietly curling up to protect its belly, while its bright eyes kept darting towards Zhiwei.
It looked so pitiful.
But unfortunately, the black-haired little girl wore a cold expression, caring little about the little fox's feelings.
The little fox let out a mournful cry, whimpering! If only Qing Jun were here, he'd surely save me!
Hearing the cry, Chen Ye's old face darkened, puzzled in his heart: He hadn't even said anything harsh, so why was this little creature so terrified?
However, remembering his purpose, Chen Ye forced a smile and gently stroked the little fox's fur:
"Little White..."
"Squeak!!"
Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, the little fox trembled even more fiercely, its tiny paws clinging tightly to his palm, its eyes widening in fear.
Chen Ye sighed helplessly and simply lifted his hand, gently handing the fox over to Zhiwei's arms.
