Having a "child" that doesn't listen can be a bit of a headache.
Maomao didn't want to come inside, so Lai Zhiyun simply let it be.
She poured some dog food into its bowl, washed her hands, then changed into her pajamas and flopped into bed to catch up on some sleep.
It was six nine in the evening.
The sky wasn't completely dark yet, and when Zhou Liao returned home from work, he smelled the aroma of food the moment he walked in the door. The exhaustion from a day's work immediately dissipated, and a smile crept up onto his handsome face, silently blossoming.
Following the scent of the dishes, Zhou Liao lifted his legs and headed straight for the kitchen.
Maomao heard the sounds of the door opening and footsteps, knowing that Zhou Liao was back.
It waited at the balcony door with a wagging tail, full of joy and anticipation, its eyes shining with fervent hope.
With ears perked up, the footsteps grew closer.
