"I think you'll find out soon enough," Ye Lanfeng said with a slight raise of his eyebrows, smiling. "Why rush things?"
"Angang, master, what kind of suspense are you creating? You won't get a wife this way—no, wait, why should I remind you? Master, you should keep it up, keep the suspense going!" Angang, who had initially stretched out his chubby paw to scold Ye Lanfeng, suddenly realized something mid-sentence, hurriedly put both fat paws over his mouth, and looked regretful.
Ye Lanfeng was first taken aback, then seemed to think of something, and his face began to darken, becoming darker and darker. A pet knows its owner best, and as Angang's master, how could Ye Lanfeng not know the character of his own pet? So, he grabbed Angang in his hand and gave him a cold look.
"Spill it, what have you done?" Ye Lanfeng's face was pitch-black, and the thought of his pet undermining him made him want to squash the furry ball in his hand onto the ground.
