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Fluffy, golden little chick!
"Cheep! Cheep cheep!!"
Dong Mao, like a mother hen protecting her chick, cradled the little chick in his palm.
The man's rough fingers brushed against its feathers, his face bearing the expression of someone who had been healed by something, and he was pontificating about it.
Xia Ye certainly couldn't hear what he was saying, but looking at Dong Mao's profile, she always felt a sort of familiarity...
His lips were slightly protruding...
And he was someone who especially loved chickens...
It was a bit odd...
Dong Mao petted the little yellow chick for several minutes before finally putting it back in the car trunk with reluctance.
He even bought a special cage for it, complete with water and food dishes and bedding, probably also to avoid dirtying Jiang Xuan's car.
After setting everything up for the little chick, Dong Mao returned to the Four Seasons Club.
Xia Ye opened the car door to follow him.