The little black dog, scared stiff, whimpered at Tong Yao: "Dog meat isn't tasty, we're all skin and bones from hunger, no meat on us."
Tong Yao chuckled, teasing it no more, "Go call your two little buddies over, I'm about to distribute disaster relief supplies."
Upon hearing this, the little black dog instantly perked up, barking a few times at the bushes by the side of the road. Soon after, a black and white mixed-breed pup and a big yellow dog came running out from the nearby bushes. Seeing this, Tong Yao finally figured out where the black dog had come from.
The condition of these two dogs was quite similar to the little black one, all of them were nothing more than skin and bones.
