Upon hearing Huang Qingtian's voice, Mu Keren sat up from the lawn.
The autumn lawn had a lot of grass that had already withered.
A few strands had turned golden yellow, playfully clinging to Mu Keren's hair as she got up, refusing to come down.
The little White Fox was no different.
After rolling around on the lawn for a while, its white fur was also covered with quite a bit of dead grass.
This person and fox looked as disheveled as could be.
However, it didn't affect their cheerful mood.
Seeing Huang Qingtian approaching, Mu Keren grinned and reached out her hands toward the little baby in Huang Qingtian's arms, saying, "Baby, why don't you come join us and play?"
The little baby seemed somewhat interested in Mu Keren's "sincere" invitation.
After all, he liked the little White Fox and wanted to play with his little fox brother.
But ultimately, the little baby didn't get to fulfill his wish.
Because, his dad was a germaphobe.
