Duan Yarong and An Yue were a little stunned. After exchanging glances with each other, they could not help but let out a chuckle.
Joy looked at them with a quizzical expression on his face. He did not understand why they were laughing at him, despite the fact that he was obviously talking about something serious.
The more Joy thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Tears began to roll in his eyes.
Today was the weekend. Zhao Youlin would usually bring him out to have fun. Even if Zhao Youlin did not keep him company, there were still other people who would keep him company.
But everyone had been busy since early in the morning. Zhao Youlin and Duan Yarong were tied up with their chores, and even the servants did not have time to play with Joy.
Joy had no choice but to settle for less. He stayed obedient and let them do their chores. He only ran down from upstairs when he got really bored.
