Che Huan, "..."
Nuannuan was literally dancing on the edge of death!
Fearing the team leader would lose his temper again, she hurriedly spoke up, "Team leader, Nuannuan likes you, don't take it to heart."
The team leader coldly glanced at Nuannuan, squatted next to Che Huan, and paid no further attention to Wen Nuan.
Bi Fu watched everything closely; the dog seemed incredibly sharp and well-trained, exuding an aristocratic demeanor. Had Huanhuan really picked this dog up?
She frowned, feeling an unexplained sense of unease, and looked at Che Huan, "Hasn't anyone come looking for him?"
Che Huan didn't want anyone to know about Mr. Huo, so she shook her head, "No, I've already had him for a week."
As she spoke, she took out dog food from her bag to feed the team leader.
Bi Fu glanced over; a rich lady in the office used the same dog food, always boasting about how expensive her dog was to maintain—an imported brand that cost over a thousand for a pound!
