Under the cold gaze of Ning Fan and the threat of Ouyang Feifei's blade, Hong Chengtong clenched his teeth tightly, biting his lips until they bled.
"Woof... woof woof!"
Hong Chengtong let out a few stifled barks.
"It doesn't sound right, bark again."
Ning Fan watched Hong Chengtong kneeling on the ground with interest and said indifferently.
"Woof... woof woof woof!"
Hong Chengtong sprawled on the ground, the corners of his eyes tearing apart with tears of humiliation streaming down.
"This one sounds more like it. It seems you're not fit to be a human, but you have quite the talent for being a dog."
Ning Fan cast a praising glance at Hong Chengtong, snorted coldly, and then turned to leave.
"Clang..."
A crisp sound rang out as the watermelon knife hit the ground, accompanied by the clear clacking of Ouyang Feifei's high heels on the floor.
It wasn't until the sounds gradually faded away and could no longer be heard that Hong Chengtong dared to lift his head.
