An Ning ate all her food contentedly before suddenly remembering something. "CEO, where's your son and that dog?"
"They left," Yu Jingchen said without looking up, continuing with his game.
"Where did they go? I still want to settle scores with them."
Yu Jingchen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. "Really? If you wish, I can call Meatball and my son back here for a face-to-face confrontation with you."
Just the thought of that dog made An Ning instantly bristle. "No need to bother, I'm going to sleep."
...
Yu Ziqian and Meatball were in trouble and hurried back to the Yu Family villa.
"It's all your fault for knocking Sister An Ning down," Yu Ziqian scolded.
Meatball looked very wronged. "Woof woof..."
This was clearly your idea.
Yu Ziqian kicked the pebbles beneath his feet, sullen. "I finally got to see Sister An Ning again, and I ended up making her get hurt and faint. She must hate me now."
"Woof..." Meatball expressed his agreement.