After dinner, Shao Zifeng returned to the room his mother had prepared for him early.
They subtly agreed not to mention the events of the day, luckily, Shao Yuying wasn't the type to sit around playing with her phone online; she poured all her enthusiasm into tending the vegetable garden and taking care of Qiqi and the others.
The evening breeze rustled on the balcony, and the dim lights from the small buildings hidden amidst the trees emitted a homely glow.
He nestled in the lounge chair, with Qiqi curling up on his lap resting, while the energetic Qiuqiu used its little paws to groom his hair, mumbling something under its breath.
Shao Zifeng gently stroked Qiqi's soft fur, his mind drifting back to the afternoon's events, still feeling a bit of residual fear.
Fortunately, the little fellow's trigger of "Speech Spirit Nine Lives" cost it a one-star drop in strength; if it had been a reduction in talent...
He would probably regret it for a lifetime.
