"Understood.
"Mr. Zhao, there is no need to be so pessimistic."
Nathaniel Ying understood, smiled with relief, and patted the suddenly sad black-faced sturdy man comfortingly.
Hei Hu looked at Nathaniel Ying with hostility - he was the one who usually comforted his master. He stood up, leaned over and rubbed his head against Zhao Gongming's chest and abdomen.
Zhao Gongming patted Nathaniel Ying on the back of his hand to comfort him.
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