"Got it." Nuanbao thought for a moment and nodded.
"Oh?" Ye Muyu patted Nuanbao's back, noticing he wasn't sweaty, seemed a bit puzzled: "Nuanbao, did you ride a horse?"
"...Yes."
Ye Muyu expressed disbelief.
Sure enough, looking towards Chun Xing, he saw Chun Xing quietly shaking her head at Ye Muyu.
Nuanbao: "..."
"Nuanbao, you haven't said why they were fighting." Ye Muyu didn't press him, deliberately changing the topic.
As expected, Nuanbao quickly glanced at her, relaxed, and said: "Bad temper, too aggressive, grabbing people's things is not good, fighting is not good, losing a fight is even worse."
"..." Ye Muyu felt she might not understand him as well as she thought.
When they arrived at the restaurant, after Nuanbao sat down next to her, Ye Muyu quietly tried to get more information.
"So if Nuanbao had his ball taken, what would he do?"
