After hanging up the phone, Yan Yueqing had reached the end of the garden.
The oil-green lawn was very neat, showing signs of careful maintenance.
The dew in the morning had laid a thin carpet on it, and upon close inspection, fresh hoofprints had stamped a four-petal plum blossom onto the "carpet."
This footprint...
Yan Yueqing followed it, and sure enough, deep in the dense woods, there was a black and white figure.
"Zai Zai?"
The little guy was sleeping, sprawled under a dazzlingly red rose.
Upon hearing someone calling, its obedient ears twitched but showed no intention of opening its eyes.
Yan Yueqing smiled and squatted down, stroking Zai Zai's smooth long fur, "You little rascal, taking advantage of the fact that I haven't repaired the Dog Hole, you come here to laze around whenever you get the chance, huh?"