Pudding seemed not to hear anything, completely immersed in the joy of reuniting with his owner.
On the wheelchair, most of Tang Jue's clothes were wet, yet he did not look the least bit disheveled, still as regal as a lofty emperor. He naturally stroked Pudding's wet fur, his gaze coolly landing on the man opposite him.
Yan Zihua felt as if he was being watched by a beast, instinctively tensing his back. That gaze scrutinized him, cold without a hint of warmth, with a trace of subtle inquisitiveness, yet more so with hostility and... animosity.
Yan Zihua slightly frowned, unable to recall when he might have offended this person.
Seeing Pudding's demeanor, it was impossible for him to leave with him. Remembering Xia Yuxun's instructions, he couldn't forcibly take Pudding away.
Just when Yan Zihua was hoping Tang Jue could help him persuade Pudding to go with him, Tang Jue, without a word, manipulated the wheelchair to move forward, allowing Pudding to hop along behind him.
