An Ning heard the familiar barking of a dog and looked in the direction of the sound. "It sounds like Rou Tuan."
Yu Jingchen couldn't help but curl his lips, it seemed the little rascal couldn't hide it any longer.
He forced back a laugh and asked indifferently, "Could it be Rou Tuan?"
An Ning was puzzled. "It sounds like it to me."
Rou Tuan's bark was always imposing yet impatient, with a childlike excitement mixed in.
He never understood how to suppress his emotions.
He was always such a smart and adorable dog.
In the room, Grandma Yu and Yu Ziqian were frantic. "Grandma, we can't let him out."
"Leave it to me." Old ginger is spicier, and Grandma Yu was unflustered in the face of crisis. 'Whistle...'.
A whistle sounded, and Rou Tuan, just about to go downstairs, suddenly turned around and headed for Yu Ziqian's room instead.
Yu Ziqian grabbed Rou Tuan and scolded angrily, "I told you not to come out on your own, why didn't you listen?"