By the time they returned, the scene was much more harmonious.
Feng Chengjin was sitting in the car, and she was in the passenger seat, holding Demon, who had just been named, feeling slightly better.
While driving, Feng Chengjin glanced at the dog with some discontent, "Why choose a name like that?"
"I think it's quite fitting." Especially when you look at Demon's dark cross-shaped face, which from top to bottom is full of natural charisma and arrogance.
And at the moment, Demon was curling its hind legs, resting its front paws on her knee, and upon hearing her speak, it excitedly turned around and started bouncing, "woo..."
A perfect symbol of energy and arrogance.
Feng Chengjin pressed his lips tighter, and his fingers curled slightly under the steering wheel.
After all, Gu Zixuan said, "Quite fitting." Not... something else.
...
Park the car, enter the basement.
When they went upstairs again, the scene was even more harmonious.
