The three were talking, while Old Master Black's face over there grew heavier and more serious as he was making a call.
After hanging up, Old Master Black looked over at the three who were chatting and laughing, almost unsure of how to interrupt them.
Old Master Black's gaze lingered on Jane Sampson's smiling face for a few seconds, before saying nothing at all, slowly making his way back to the sofa, his back straight and stiff as he sat down.
The Great General snuggled up to him, and Old Master Black reached out to stroke the Great General's head, his movements somewhat sluggish.
After a long time, Old Master Black finally called out to the three who were speaking over there.
"Jane, it's very late, you should go rest. Rest well so your body can recover quickly," Old Master Black tried to sound as natural as possible.
