Gu Fuyou propped her arm to support her cheek, shifting her feet, drawing Zhong Michu’s attention. She asked her, “What do you think?” Zhong Michu replied indifferently, “It should be as the master wishes.” Gu Fuyou smiled, “It doesn’t matter whose instruction it is, as long as the spirit beast is given to me.” Zuo Shaode noticed her casual approach…