"I said, little fox, hurry up and mop the ground."
"Hmph...!" The little fox raised his head to the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking aloof.
"You have a bad temper, right? Do you still want to eat roast chicken? If I come back from get off work and find a speck of dust on the ground, hey, you can do it yourself." The beautiful hostess picked up her small bag and stepped on her high heels, and opened the door beside the little fox leisurely.
"For the roast chicken that makes me drool, I still endure it." The little fox's heart was filled with tears.
The little fox with white fur and a tail felt messy in the wind.
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"I'll perform a backflip for you. If you deserve a reward, reward it quickly."
Each and every gorgeous action was performed by the little fox. It turned out that the little fox was live broadcasting.
Seeing the sweeps floating across the screen, countless small coins flashed in the little fox's eyes.
Money and beauty are the goals pursued by the little fox...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
