An Ning hadn't even steadied her arms around Hei Dan'er when Lin Cuihua swooped in and stole him away.
"Give Hei Dan'er to me. You're covered in dirt."
As Lin Cuihua unceremoniously snatched Hei Dan'er away, An Ning's arms were left frozen in a mid-air embrace, holding nothing but air.
"Here, take this instead."
The fluffy feel and round, bright black eyes made An Ning call out affectionately, "Xiao Lang, did you miss me?"
Xiao Lang was very obliging, whimpering in response. It found an extremely comfortable spot and curled up in An Ning's arms to sleep.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xia, the culprit behind this, was completely surrounded by his dog, Da Huang, and couldn't move an inch.
The aloof Wei Qi stood faithfully at the door, looking like a victorious general who desired no credit for his deeds.
Holding Xiao Lang, An Ning walked over to Wei Qi, crouched down beside him, and spoke to him softly.
"Thank you, Wei Qi, for watching the house for me."
