Mu Qian didn't answer and strode up the stairs. Housekeeper Lu watched his tall and proud silhouette from below, feeling a bitter and sour ache in his heart. Turning around, he instructed the servants behind him, "Go and ask the kitchen to boil the dish of dumplings I left earlier. I'll personally bring them up."
The dark-toned decor made the room appear cold and solemn, with an underlying sense of oppressive loneliness.
The black cat was almost one with the room, and at that moment, it was stretching its paws, vigorously scratching the black dog beside it.
The black dog lazily glanced at it and continued to lie on the ground with its eyes closed, resting. Finding it boring and uninteresting, the black cat lay down on the ground, its tail lazily swishing back and forth.