The mutant beast is powerful, smart, and has great combat power. One is worth ten.
Lin Xiaoman looked at the golden retriever Popi again, and always felt that the probability of this dog mutating was extremely small.
But the difficulty of bringing an ordinary dog into the apocalypse and ensuring its safety is... oh, it's a headache.
Forget it, it’s not mandatory anyway, and the original owner also said she would try her best, so she would just do her best.
After half an hour of morning exercise, Lin Xiaoman returned to the villa and left Popi in the yard to play by himself. He went back to the room, took a shower and changed his clothes.
The elegant long skirt makes me feel so beautiful!
Oh yeah!
When he went downstairs again, Aunt Li was in the kitchen. She seemed to have prepared breakfast. There was a faint aroma of food in the living room. Yao Qiubai was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.
As she gave birth to such a beautiful daughter like Jing Wenwei, Yao Qiubai was naturally a beauty. Although her actual age was nearly 60, she looked only in her 40s. She was wearing a modified version of the purple cheongsam, and her whole body was full of classical temperament.
"Mom." Lin Xiaoman greeted her with a gentle and peaceful smile, just like the original owner. She walked to her seat, pulled out the chair and sat down. Then she turned to the kitchen and asked, "Aunt Li, is breakfast ready?"
"Okay, okay, I'll be right there." Aunt Li responded and quickly brought out breakfast.
"Weiwei, I think Xiaowen is very talented and capable. I'd like to give her a spot in next week's Honeysuckle Children's Piano Competition. What do you think?"
For every mission, Lin Xiaoman would imitate the original owner, and his behavior, gestures and tone of voice would be closer to the original owner. Although it was impossible to be completely identical, there was definitely a 70% to 80% similarity.
And, women imitating women, simple.
Therefore, like all the relatives of the original owner before him, Yao Qiubai did not feel anything unusual.
"Well, Mom, it's up to you. I trust your judgment."
They didn't talk while eating or sleeping. After breakfast, the mother and daughter chatted about the training class for more than half an hour, and then Yao Qiubai went out.
As soon as she left, Lin Xiaoman finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's so hard to make her, a tomboy, pretend to be a graceful lady.
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