Feng Chu Ge did not take Yao Ye's words to heart.
This Yao Ye had always been used to boasting, and Feng Chuge had long understood his character.
After Yao Ye left, she went back to her own courtyard.
Di Juechen had been showing signs of breaking through these days, so he didn't go with Feng Chuge.
When Feng Chuge returned to the courtyard, the meatball suddenly jumped into her arms, its face clearly showing some grievance.
Those blue eyes were wet and looked very pitiful.
" Master, the meatball thought that you had abandoned Master..." A childish voice rang in Feng Chu Ge's mind.
Feng Chuge gently stroked its fur. "How could I abandon you? It's just that it happened so suddenly that I didn't bring you out."
Suddenly, Feng Chuge's voice paused.
As if she had sensed something, she raised her eyebrows.
"Your voice…?"
There was a hint of doubt in her tone.
Hearing Feng Chuge's question, the meatball wagged its tail. "Master, the meatball has grown up."