Qiao Zhen: [What is An Zhao doing right now?]

Chuchu, feeling wronged: [Pulling hair.]

Qiao Zhen sighed: "If he's in a better mood, then you'll have to put up with him pulling your hair. I'll make it up to you with a candy later."

Chuchu, half pitiful and half expectant, finally succumbed to the allure of the candy. [Okay.]

It's the third day of this silent treatment. Qiao Zhen is still taking care of An Zhao, but their interactions are becoming less and less frequent and increasingly monotonous. If their past interactions were sweet as honey, their current interactions are like cold, lifeless water.

"Sigh—" This was Qiao Zhen's 189th sigh of the day. She crouched down next to Chu Chu, who was eating dinner, holding her head in her hands. "Did he eat properly?"

Chu Chu: [No.]

"Sigh—" Qiao Zhen sighed again, "What use are you? You can't even let him eat properly."

Chu Chu felt like she was choking on this dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection). [What does it matter to me whether he's eating properly or not?]

"That just means you're useless!" Qiao Zhen glanced at him sideways and sighed again. "Can you even take care of him? You're no good at this crucial moment."

Chu Chu felt heartbroken. It was just a dog now, what could it possibly do? It could only silently bury its head in the bowl and eat its delicious dog food.

(Private message) Chu Chu: [Xiao Ling, what happened while I was gone? I remember Zhen Zhen used to be very straightforward and brutal with her mission targets.]

(Private message) Xiao Ling: [She fell for the target's beauty; what a face-obsessed person!]

(Private message) Chu Chu: [No wonder, but you can't blame him. Cultivators are often more handsome than what your system designed. What level do you think An Zhao's face is on now?]

(Small window) Xiao Ling thought for a moment and gave a conservative answer: [Although he's very handsome, he's not earth-shattering, probably second-rate.]