Little Zhiyo drooped its two ears, glancing at Little Wuya, muttering to itself, clearly it was you who told me to leave, wasn't it?
You say go, then you say don't go, so should I go or not?
Little Zhiyo hesitated for a moment, then still walked beside Little Wuya, scooted its butt over, and squatted at Little Wuya's feet without a word.
"Why aren't you talking? Usually, you're the one who talks the most, now you've turned mute!" Little Wuya felt aggrieved for a long time, expecting Little Zhiyo to comfort her a bit, but who knew this guy would zip its lips like a gourd, not saying a single word.
Little Zhiyo was even more depressed, wasn't it you who told me not to talk?
It had just prepared to speak, when Little Wuya glared at it again.
"You better not talk because whenever you speak, I get angry."
Saying this, her little face turned dark, she continued to sulk silently.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Little Zhiyo is too weak."
