Xiao Zhuang clenched his fists in anger, refusing to even glance at Xiao Cheng. He said coldly, "What? Did your little female kick you out and send you packing? Or are you here to participate in the clan's Warrior competition?"
Xiao Cheng just smiled. "Xiao Zhuang, you can figure it out with a twitch of your tail. How could I possibly look like I've been kicked out by my little female? Obviously, she adores me, so I'm bringing my female and our cubs home to visit family.
Alas, you don't even have a female yet, Xiao Zhuang. You probably can't understand this kind of excitement..."
Si Shuo couldn't resist pinching Xiao Cheng's tail. When he finally shut up with a muffled grunt, she was torn between exasperation and amusement. 'This fox is such an instigator! My fists are itching.'
'But he's mine. I can't hit him, and I can't scold him. What else can I do but grit my teeth, play along, and spoil him?'
