Lin Yanmei stood up with a smile. "There's a plate of pork belly that hasn't been touched much, I'll go get it for the dog to eat."
"This dog is quite precious, the food needs to be heated a bit," Ma Zhihao said and then casually walked upstairs.
Ma Chaoqian watched him and couldn't help but feel disappointed, "How grown he is, yet still walks so nonchalantly."
"I narrowly escaped death tonight, I'm thrilled, so why be serious?" Ma Zhihao said, then whistled.
Ma Chaoqian shook his head, looking distressed, "This child, will he ever grow up?"
"It's gotten better. Recently, I haven't heard anyone come to our house to complain," Jianguo said.
"So grown now, if he still acts like a child and causes trouble outside, it wouldn't be right."
