An animal's intuition was sharper than a human's. Even though Feng Jue looked gentle and harmless, Little Xue subconsciously made a defensive posture. It stared at him vigilantly and roared at him softly.
Feng Jue laughed as he stretched out his hand to stroke the dog's head and stroke its fur, "Be good."
Little Xue didn't dare to move.
Feng Jue took Little Xue back to the kennel with the leash and opened two cans of canned dog food for her.
Little Xue howled and wolfed down the canned meat.
Compared to dog food, Little Xue preferred canned dog food, but canned dog food was usually used as a snack, and it wouldn't get a lot of it.
Feng Jue washed his hands and walked to the living room to slowly wipe his slender fingers with a tissue. When he looked at Gu Yang, his eyes were clear and gentle, and his voice was gentle. "Big Sister, is it okay now?"
