In the portrait stood a stoic-faced little lady under the peach tree. She was gazing ahead coldly.
The little fellow turned to look at the man in confusion.
Wasn't this her?
Duan Yue was sitting here not sleeping in the middle of the night to look at her portrait? He truly was a dunce!
Duan Yue had long discovered this little fellow sneaking over to his feet. He lifted her up, allowing her to kick her feet in protest, before setting her down on the table.
Qiaoqiao curiously reached to touch the portrait with her paw.
Duan Yue swatted her paw away. He picked up that portrait and looked at it some more before telling her, "This little girl is very ferocious."
What? Qiaoqiao perked her ears and squatted there solemnly on the table. She stared at Duan Yue, that dunce.
How dare this guy talk behind her back. Just hear what else he had to say!
