Two days later, the weather was clear, and the wind chimes under the porch jingled in the breeze.
In the courtyard, Xiao Hua was jumping and shouting around Yun Qi, sometimes rolling and acting cute, sometimes wagging his tail and pouting, all just to get a share of the small cake in Yun Qi's hands.
"We agreed, one piece for you and one for me. You've already finished yours, this one is mine!" Yun Qi said in a soft, childish voice, protectively holding onto her small cake.
Xiao Hua whimpered twice and immediately stood up on his hind legs, as if to say, "I know you've already fed the dog, but standing in front of you now is another dog."
Yun Qi snorted, "Thick-skinned!" yet still shared half of her small cake with Xiao Hua.
The Old Master sat under the eaves, chuckling.
A middle-aged man in a police uniform, looking somewhat stern, hurriedly arrived under the guidance of the housekeeper.
