Phoenix Palace.
Today was the Winter Solstice, and the Royal Family had a small family gathering.
After the meal, Phoenix returned to her own Phoenix Pavilion.
She picked up the Bichon Frise ball, Little Fatty, that pounced on her and gently stroked him, then activated the phone on her wrist, ignoring countless holiday greetings, and directly searched for the message Tang Fei sent her. After hesitating for a moment, she said to the dog in her arms, "Little Fatty, a very important person invited me out to play, should I go?"
"Woof!" Little Fatty raised his little face and barked at Phoenix.
"Oh, you mean I should go, right?"
"Woof woof..."
"Should I go?"
"Woof woof woof..."
"Must I go?"
"Woof woof woof woof..."
"Stop barking, I get what you mean." Phoenix patted Little Fatty on the head and said, "Okay okay okay, shall I go now?"
"Woof!"
"Little Fatty, such a good boy." Phoenix put Little Fatty down on the ground and then went to the dressing room to change her clothes.
