"If I truly get classified as Yang Yu's pet, my gratitude for Clover would no longer be sincere; it would be like an act of charity."
He Meng would never allow such a situation to occur.
If He Meng had a pair of endearing, big Carling eyes, she would definitely be peering resentfully at Yang Yu through the gaps of the shield at this moment.
Yang Yu was completely oblivious to He Meng's subtle thoughts.
Originally, communication between two races with language barriers was just like a chicken talking to a duck—an utterly normal cross-server chat.
Moreover, although He Meng seemed to be slacking off all day, she could still be of use at critical moments...
Therefore, Yang Yu was certain that He Meng didn't truly dislike him, and he had long considered himself He Meng's owner, treating her like a proud and aloof cat he had raised.
See, the old aloof cat was slowly becoming more affectionate, wasn't it?
