When Zheng Qing was flustered by the sharp words of the mansion's host, Poseidon finally arrived in the dining room, giving the young wizard a moment to breathe.
The Little Fox trotted into the dining room with elegant fox steps, tail high, but upon seeing Zheng Qing sitting beside Su Shijun, she was so delighted she lost her composure, squealed, and darted into the warlock's arms, chattering about her tiresome routine of waking up at six every morning and having to sleep by ten.
The warlock felt a sense of empathy but couldn't promise anything, so he just scratched the Little Fox's ears to comfort her.
Clink, clink, clink!
The sound of a silver spoon tapping a glass interrupted this brief chaos. Su Shijun glanced at Poseidon but said nothing, only clearing her throat.
The Little Fox still wanted to resist and stay in the warlock's arms, but a pair of large hands beneath her gently nudged her aside, forcing her to sit down.
