As the girl spoke up to this point, Hong Dali and the rest understood.
A child 10 years old and above was at the peak period of his life. Alas, a car accident had caused him to lose both his legs, and he couldn't walk then now on. The colors of his life had been lost, no wonder he was so down.
"Oh, is that so." Hong Dali scratched his head and was rather troubled. "But the dogs and cats seem to have all been taken away and adopted by others. If you want one, I think you will have to wait for a period of time…"
He was indeed quite troubled. He couldn't demand those people to give back the already adopted cats and dogs, right?
"Dali, then think of a way to help him!" Tang Muxin anxiously said, "Look at him, he looks so pitiful sitting there and not speaking… Why don't I give Little Meow to him!"
