"You didn't even do anything, and it already came to defend?"
"Who brought it back from the cage, really has no conscience."
Although a bit annoyed, she still symbolically patted the big golden retriever on the head, comforted, Barton happily climbed up the stairs.
After hanging up Mu Jin Huan's coat, Nan Wan walked into the dining room, took a clean cup and tea leaves, and stood at the dining table to make tea for him.
Aunt Zhou had heard the commotion long ago, but lingered in the kitchen for quite a while before slowly walking to Nan Wan's side, wanting to ask but not really daring, "Madam, you're back."
"Yeah, Mu Huan's friends kept pestering him to drink, and wouldn't let him go. I was afraid his driver might have drunk too and couldn't drive, so I went to pick him up myself."
