Beyond One’s Control Zhong Michu called out, “Ah Fu, come here.” Gu Fuyou was talking to Yi’er, but when she heard Zhong Michu’s call, she couldn’t help but look over. Zhenmao walked to Zhong Michu’s side, hanging its head low, rubbing its forehead against her, and its ears brushed against her chin, the soft fur pressed down. Zhong Michu gently…