"Heh... hehehe... Junior Zhang, you really spoil your pets too much..."
After hearing Su Yan's response, Wu Yiqian offered a somewhat awkward smile.
He suspected Su Yan didn't actually want to sell the Fox Demon to him and had concocted this excuse. After all, claiming he was a democratic owner who let his pet make its own decisions sounded utterly ridiculous. If it were a pet he'd raised for many years and developed a deep bond with, that statement might not seem so problematic. But you've only been raising it for a few days! And it's an infamously backstabbing Fox Demon! And you're still here, playing up this deep bond between master and pet? What kind of joke is this? If you don't want to sell, then just don't. To use such an outrageous excuse—are you taking me for a fool?
Wu Yiqian cursed inwardly a few times. Then, under Su Yan's gaze, he offered a self-assured smile and said, "Junior Zhang, why don't you name your price?"
