The setting sun's afterglow shone on Lei Zijia, with the wolf head necklace hanging low on his chest glinting with a cold light…
A large bowl was placed on the ground, dog food poured out, filling the large bowl…
Two little puppies' eyes sparkled as they happily ran over, plunging their heads into the bowl and eating jubilantly, occasionally letting out soft whimpers.
Lei Zijia leaned against his motorcycle from a distance, with his black leather sleeves rolled up, long hands resting on the motorcycle, eyes intently fixed on the two puppies, as though the whole world only contained those two dogs, and everything else around him was just decoration.
Shen Xiaoman's eyes turned sour with bitterness, damn it, in his eyes, she was even less than a dog.
