Song Boyuan felt he could agree to anything Jing Qiao asked, but upon hearing the number and types of pets she mentioned, he was somewhat horrified.
He was silent for a long while.
Then he said, "One dog, or one cat."
He didn't like small animals, which was not surprising since, having lived for thirty years, he didn't have any particular likings, except for Jing Qiao. The rest were either extremely detested, very disliked, somewhat disliked, or slightly disliked.
After thinking it over, Jing Qiao said, "One dog, two cats, one Corolla duck, or one parrot."
Song Boyuan's temple throbbed. He coughed lightly, "One canine, one feline, and one avian. That's my final offer, Qiaoqiao, be good."
"Deal," Jing Qiao said. She had intentionally asked for a lot initially just so she would have more room to negotiate.
Song Boyuan sighed in relief, but still decided to ask her, "Anything else?"
