Translator: Aran

  When Ye Qingyu walked out with a fatigued face from the quiet room, the silly dog Little Nine had still not yet returned.

  "He really is an unreliable fellow…"

  Ye Qingyu shook his head.

  He was not worried about the safety of that silly dog, but he was worried that he would be distracted by other things when he was performing his task and gone off to play. After all, for a pure glutton, causing chaos was normal for him. If everything went smoothly..