There were times when one's mental state would collapse. Sometimes, one would be inexplicably struck by something and then find it hard to accept.
Pang Bo felt as if he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and his hand awkwardly hung in the air.
The most uncomfortable thing was that he actually saw a look of disdain in the eyes of a horse.
It would be fine if it was a coincidence, but if it wasn't, who would believe that he had been despised by a horse?
Pang Bo awkwardly retracted his hand and turned around to see the White Horse King affectionately rubbing its head against its boss. The boss was also stroking the horse's sideburns, making it chirp.
Anyone could hear the joy in his voice.
This was really a little lovey-dovey.
Thinking that this was the boss's horse, pang Bo did not find it strange anymore. This kind of high-class horse was smarter than the average horse and recognized its master very well.