Huo Ci's tears flowed uncontrollably. His eyes were red, and so was his face. After glaring at her, he passed the dog in his arms to her. "I'm not crying! I'm having an allergic reaction! Allergies!"
Then, he sneezed a few times in a row. His face was red, and his nose was so itchy that it felt uncomfortable. Even his throat was starting to get clogged up.
"Aren't you allergic to fur? Why are you carrying a dog?" After Ling Sheng took the dog from him, she was shocked when she saw that the dog was covered in blood. Her hands shook, and she nearly dropped it. Thankfully, she was usually rather bold. After steadying her hands, she asked, "What happened? Isn't this Fifth Aunt's Lele? Are you really… dog meat hotpot?"
That was a bit too cruel!
