Cow-Horse: Don't Mess with My Wife!

"Boss, where are you headed?"

Near the Restaurant, Liu Zheng spotted Cow-Horse walking out from afar and hurriedly called out to him.

"Obviously, I'm going to have some fun at the Black Market. Where else, deliver takeout?"

Cow-Horse said irritably.

"Haha."

He could not help laughing when he saw the delivery bag hanging from Cow-Horse's horns.

"There are still orders this late?"

"Isn't it all your fault? Before you showed up, my nights were peaceful. I could sleep straight through till morning without waking up."

Cow-Horse glared at him.

"Ahahaha."

Liu Zheng gave an awkward laugh.

"Isn't that the woman who ran off last time? You two got together that fast?"

Cow-Horse glanced at Yaksha in the passenger seat.

"Don't put it so crudely. We're friends now. She specifically escorted me back."

He explained.

"Friends, heh heh."

Cow-Horse could not even be bothered to mock him.

This kid was fucking weird. No female could escape his clutches.

No way. He absolutely could not let this kid meet his wife in the future.

"Fine, you don't need to explain yourself. I don't want to know about your filthy dealings."

Cow-Horse shook his head, then headed toward another intersection on his own.

His thick bovine hooves struck the concrete one after another, yet made no sound at all.

Muscles rolled across his mountain-like body like mudslides.

Yet his movements looked extraordinarily light, even ghostly.

"You two are pretty close, huh?"

Yaksha watched Cow-Horse's receding figure, her eyes filled with wariness.

"Of course. He's my very own dear boss."

Liu Zheng answered without hesitation.

"But it doesn't look like he treats you very well, and you don't seem particularly respectful toward him either."

Yaksha said pointedly.

"Respect doesn't have to show on the surface, and attitude isn't about what you say. You slaveowners