"Mian, I didn't mean that. How can you think of your mom in this way?"
Yang Meirong looked astonished.
Realizing she had overreacted, Huo Mian's tone softened.
"Kick this dead dog away. I don't want to see it."
"But it's not dead yet…"
Yang Meirong glanced at the dying dog.
"But it almost bit me. If I didn't react quickly, it would be me who's lying here…"
Glancing at Huo Mian's cold expression, Yang Meirong looked at the dog again, saying to the two bodyguards, "Carry it to a pet clinic and see if they can save it."
"Don't save it. Take it out and beat it to death," said Huo Mian.
"Mian, it's a life…"
"A dog's life is worthless." Then, Huo Mian glared at the bodyguards.
"What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear what I said?"
"Yes, Miss Huo."
The two bodyguards carried the dog out.
It was their decision if they wanted to beat the dog to death.
