Feng Yueya couldn't help but hold her stomach and laughed uproariously.
She hadn't expected this guy to actually mimic a little dog's actions, which was just too funny.
The Xuan Fox felt wronged, thinking about its own noble lineage and how it had stooped to imitating a little dog just for some roast chicken. Was it easy for it?
Feng Yueya, shaking with laughter, leaned on Yun Shangyuan, who had to sit up straight because of her trembling.
"Yue Yaya, give it a name," Yun Shangyuan suddenly suggested.
"Name?" Feng Yueya immediately stopped laughing.
"Yeah, it's going to be your Pet Beast from now on; of course, it needs a name. You can't always call it 'fox,' can you?"
Feng Yueya nodded, "Right, it should have a name."
Hearing that they were going to name it, the Xuan Fox showed no excitement whatsoever, its eyes fixed tightly on the roast chicken in Feng Yueya's hands.
Having deigned to dance, wasn't it time to give it the roast chicken?