Yu Ziqian returned to his grandmother's house, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he wanted revenge.
"Tell me, isn't my dad really disappointing? And to think I even considered letting him have the girl I like, just to lend her to him temporarily as a wife. And then he has the nerve to scheme against Ningning, you tell me, shouldn't I make it hard for him to get his way?" Yu Ziqian complained to the meatball-shaped dog in his arms.
"Woof..." the meatball-shaped dog barked in agreement.
Yu Ziqian plucked the petals from a rose and threw them forcefully on the ground, pondering. "I bet they are on a date right now."
"Woof..." the meatball-shaped dog agreed again.
"No, I must disrupt their plans, I can't let him be too happy," Yu Xiaobao said once more.
"Woof woof..." the meatball-shaped dog was very much in agreement.