Tang Hai hesitated for a moment and said, "Layle is a very well-behaved dog, and I like it very much. It's a stray dog wandering outside the zoo, and I used to feed it regularly. However, I couldn't bring it home, so I could only occasionally bring it some food. It must have been hurt by my secondary personality when it emerged. That's why it's changed so much from the black dog before. When you brought it to the zoo, I didn't even recognize it. I hope you can apologize to Layle for me. If possible, I'd even prefer to have my tongue pulled out."
As Tang Hai continued, his voice carried a hint of sadness.
Xia Xin sighed. She knew that Tang Hai's words came from the heart. He was someone who loved animals deeply. Whenever he saw an animal hurt, he would feel deeply troubled. He was a person who could be friends with ferocious tigers and lions, yet he was also a lonely person. Animals were his only friends and such a person couldn't be a sadistic animal abuser.
