Everyone knew that Wu Hai had an extraordinary sense of smell. Even if it was 12:30 at night, it was completely possible that he would come down.
First of all, Yuan Zhou wasn't afraid of Wu Hai, but Wu Hai was definitely a big trouble. If the "calligraphy work" in his hand was seen by Wu Hai, he might be torn to pieces and eaten.
Yuan Zhou looked over and found only that small supermarket was open across the street. Wu Hai was nowhere to be seen. He then let out a sigh of relief.
"It was a false alarm, but what was that noise just now?"
Yuan Zhou looked around and finally found the source of the sound ... It turned out to be the sound made by Buttface when he turned over in his sleep and kicked the doghouse.
"You gave me a fright." Yuan Zhou decided that the young paparazzo would not have dinner tomorrow.
The fate of broth tomorrow had been decided without its knowledge.
