The two of them stood atop the little hill for a long time.
Just then, clouds began to gather in the previously cloudless sky.
At the foot of the hill, Mitchell, the little lapdog, had prepared rain gear long ago.
He had raincoats, umbrellas, thick clothes—everything.
But he didn't go up to bother Wang Yi and Anjiali, nor did he call to warn them it was going to rain.
Mitchell was called a little lapdog for a reason. His talent for sucking up was beyond that of ordinary people.
He knew when to flatter and when not to.
He simply gazed from afar at the two figures atop the hill and shook his head with a sigh.
"The boss has women falling for him left and right, but he never messes around. What a waste of that handsome face. If it were me, I could probably fill an entire kindergarten with my kids by now."
"But maybe it's precisely because the boss doesn't mess around that he's achieved what he has. If it were me, I'd probably have run myself into the ground in no time and wasted my natural gifts."
That was Mitchell, the little lapdog.
Even when he was talking to himself, he was still sucking up to Wang Yi.
A lapdog who devoted himself so completely to one person, serving him in every way, inside and out, was a rare sight in this world.
Just over ten minutes later, a dark cloud drifted over, and wind and rain swept across the land.
That was how it was on the grasslands.
One moment, the sky could be completely clear, and then a cloud would suddenly roll in and unleash a downpour.
The temperature could also drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.
The short sleeves they