The White Fox, too, was making all sorts of strange noises.
Right now, it was following closely beside Huang Qingtian, who had just walked into the living room carrying bags, staring up at him with its big, round eyes.
"What do you want? If you can't get attention, don't blame me..."
Huang Qingtian, bothered by the fox, had no choice but to stop and engage in a staring contest.
In fact, when Mu Keren got out of the car earlier, the White Fox had already run out to greet her.
It was as enthusiastic as if it had seen its real mom.
But the result was, Mu Keren merely patted its little head before walking off with that bird of hers.
So, feeling utterly unloved, the White Fox put all its hopes on its master.
However, it turned out that its master's resentment was even greater.
Leaving behind those words, Huang Qingtian went upstairs to assert his presence.
As for the howling White Fox and their son, Huang Qingtian decided to conveniently ignore them.
