Immediately, Zheng Qing realized that Xin Fat Man didn't know about his relationship with Poseidon.
He just instinctively used the term describing the relationship between pets and their Feed Masters at the school—many young wizards call their pets sons or daughters, which old-school wizards consider to be sheer nonsense.
"Poseidon is a little girl!" The young public-funded student scooped up the lively Little Fox from the ground, agitated but relieved as he corrected the Fat Man's mistake.
"Never seen such a wild little girl." Xin Fat Man shook his head, raised his finger under a group of Fireflies, carefully examined the fine tooth marks, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Lucky, lucky, it didn't break the skin."
Poseidon draped her tail over Zheng Qing's neck, chirping incessantly at the Fat Man, even if you couldn't understand fox language, just looking at her demeanor made it clear she was cursing at the Fat Man.
