"Didn't have breakfast, must be hungry, right?" Ran Jing stroked the cat with one hand and the dog with the other.
Whatever: "Woof woof!"
Huahua: "Meow~"
Both the dog and cat were starving.
Whatever wobbled over to his doghouse, grabbed his bowl in his mouth, and placed it in front of Ran Jing, then picked up Huahua's bowl and set it down too.
Couldn't forget his buddy.
Both pets knelt on their front paws and looked up at Ran Jing with pitiful eyes as if to say: I'm hungry.
"Whatever, Huahua, you guys are too good."
Ran Jing marveled.
This golden retriever seemed to understand human emotions.
She really wanted to steal the cat and dog.
Ran Jing did not hesitate and quickly found cat and dog food in the kitchen cabinet on the first floor and fed the two little masters.
She glanced at the time every now and then and looked upstairs.
No movement.
She poured herself another cup of tea.
Calm and composed.
