Seeing how timid the little rascal looked, Yun Shifei couldn't help but gently kick it. "Weren't you fearless around people? Why are you so scared now?"
The little rascal let out a howl, as if responding to her.
Admittedly, as the little rascal grew older, its intelligence seemed to be increasingly impressive.
Often, Yun Shifei felt like it could understand her words.
For example, whenever she praised it, it would wag its tail; but when she teased it, it would show its discontent.
This dog—has it become a spirit? It must've become a spirit, right?
Since Yun Tiancheng was absent, Yun Shifei's meals were much simpler. She just boiled some noodles and added a few cabbage dumplings she had made a few days ago—it was enough for a meal.
The little rascal quietly ate its dog food.
After dinner, Yun Shifei washed the dishes and was about to watch TV. Who would've thought—snap!—the world plunged into darkness.
