"........"
Master Fuli was speechless, rubbed his forehead, and nudged Ah Qing's waist with his snout.
"Though I don't want to waste the leisurely time galloping across the grassland with you, Ah Qing, there's trouble at the source of my Northern connections. Got scratched by a cat; I need to leave for a bit to attend a gang fight."
"Oh? Your good friend got into trouble?" Ah Qing withdrew her gaze from the two tough-guy mice facing off and looked at the little fox with a hint of confusion, "Do you need my help?"
"Technically, no. How can I, a canine predator, not handle that wildcat? Don't be ridiculous." Ansheng spoke confidently, "It's just a Siberia-bound giant hamster; I can take down two in three minutes."
"Well... alright then! I won't go with you to avoid embarrassing you in front of your friends."
"But make sure you're back on time; we are preparing roasted lamb for lunch," Ah Qing thought for a moment, patted the little fox's head, and reminded him.
