"Scram!" Xiu Xi's face darkened slightly, his eyes filled with a chill as he looked at it.
Changchong slid back half a meter in fright, pressing itself against the wall next to the stove, and its white body was scrubbed black. It was very scared and wished it could just twist around and run, but it also felt reluctant. Its body inched forward a little bit, then seeing Xiu Xi's expression turn utterly frosty, it got scared, twisted its body, and ran, even falling off the stove and skillfully twisting itself into a pretzel.
"Pfft…" Ruan Jiaojiao laughed out loud. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it.
Changchong tilted its head to look at her, its expression carrying a mixture of grievance and accusation.
Ruan Jiaojiao felt somewhat helpless and pointed outside, saying, "You should go, we can't keep something like you at home." Who would keep a Changchong as a pet, it would scare someone to death.