"Do you really think I have nothing to do?!"
"Why so much nonsense, are we going or not?"
"Bro, it's really quite far..."
"You carried..." Feng Liyan wanted to say: You carried me for two hours before, in the middle of the night, and didn't even mention it was far. You sang all the way, so happily.
But he stopped himself.
"Carry what?" The White Robe was a bit confused.
"Nothing, let's hurry. If we delay Xiao'ai's recuperation, see how Jun Moyan will deal with you."
"You... alright, alright, let's go."
The White Robe had no choice but to follow Feng Liyan and walk.
"What kind of owner has what kind of cat. Xiaobai gets car sick, and you get car sick. I really think Xiaobai's cleanliness, picky eating, and unwillingness to deal with people are all bad habits he caught from you."
"What do you mean bad habits? That's called being disciplined and loving cleanliness."
