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He Jian's caution didn't make Heizi angry. On Heizi's face was still a confident smile as he gently stroked the wolfdog's smooth fur, remaining silent as if waiting for He Jian to change his mind.
"Are you silent because I guessed your trick right, and that's why you're choosing not to speak?" He Jian focused on the three round bowls, from which he felt a deep fear. It seemed as if a tempting demon was ceaselessly beckoning him, waving while shouting, "Don't think too much, just come over."
Leaning against Qing Shi Lane, Heizi slightly shook his head, a trace of regret visible on his face.
"What?" He Jian asked, puzzled.