Qibao's acting skills, you could say there's no acting skill at all.
Really.
Song Tan had never seen a dog drool so much; she even used her spiritual energy to sense—somewhat weak, but it didn't seem like there was a major problem.
Even Lun Chuan nervously asked Chen Xi, "Could he have some postpartum illness or something? Is his drooling uncontrollable?"
Chen Xi: …
Now, he was the one who interacted with this group of dogs the most every day, and he turned his head nonchalantly, shouting, "Are you giving Qibao an egg?"
Upon hearing this, Qibao's ears perked up, half of his body lifted, and his big tongue licked the drool away; then he opened his mouth normally, waiting.
The puppies that were still whining and nestled around him were caught off guard, rolling onto the cushion. They were clueless and had no idea what their mother had given up, or what she was craving for.
Chen Xi said with a blank expression, "See, he's cured."
Everyone: …
