The old man wore a blank expression, completely failing to understand how a table that was still so sturdy a moment ago could suddenly split right down the middle.
Chen Ming, of course, knew exactly what was going on. He smiled with great satisfaction, not minding Mewtwo's possessiveness toward him in the slightest.
As for Mewtwo, Chen Ming's own sense of possession was not a whit less, though sadly there were rarely occasions for him to show it.
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