Mu Qingyi immediately gave Feng Yiren a warning look, but even he had to lower his head slightly because the situation was truly a little too funny. The female who had been scolding them, making footwear, ordering them around, and trying to act like a very capable princess was now standing on a flat stone in a tiny white rat body, panicking because she did not know how to turn back. Her small paws shifted nervously, her whiskers trembled, and her tail curled around herself in a way that made her look even more pitiful.
Hu Baiyu did not laugh.
At least, he tried not to.
But his blue eyes were too soft, and his lion ears were twitching with so much affection that Lin Huahua could tell he thought she was extremely cute right now. He slowly reached one finger toward her head again, obviously wanting to comfort her, but she immediately backed away on her tiny paws.
"No petting right now," she said with great dignity. "This is a serious crisis."
Hu Baiyu froze, looking wronged.
