Liu Fufeng stepped into the room, turned back to face the main door, reached out, and closed it.
The door slowly shut from the inside, leaving the hot pot shop owner with nothing but an icy, frosty face.
The hot pot shop owner pressed his lips together. "Young master…"
The hot pot shop owner lowered his head. "I overstepped."
Liu Fufeng turned around, as if he hadn't heard the shop owner's voice. The door closed, and what came into view was a wide lawn, lush with pasture grass.
Mengmeng was bobbing his head as he munched on the grass.
After Liu Fufeng walked over, Mengmeng lifted his head. The moment he saw Liu Fufeng, his eyes lit up, and he bolted toward him, then affectionately stretched out his head, rubbing against Liu Fufeng's neck. "Maa~"
Liu Fufeng reached out and gently rubbed Mengmeng's head, bit by bit, combing through his fur.
Mengmeng was so comfortable from the rubbing that he opened his mouth and bleated.
Liu Fufeng didn't say a word.
