"Given up so soon? I rather liked your wild and rebellious attitude from before."
Qin Yang said with a shake of his head, gently placing the White Fox in his hands on the ground.
The moment the hand gripping its nape let go, the White Fox deftly flipped to its feet, gave its body a shake, and began circling Qin Yang's legs, fawningly rubbing against his pants.
"Master, your strength is profound! I was blind and failed to recognize it before. From now on, I will serve you well!"
"Heh."
Hearing this, Qin Yang stared at the White Fox with a faint smile. "Is that really so? The internet is full of stories about how silver-tongued your kind is. How not a single word can be trusted."
"Slander! That's all just slander against us, the Fox Race!"
The White Fox's fur bristled again. It gritted its teeth and said resentfully, "Those are just stereotypes! Master, you mustn't believe the nonsense those people spread!"
