Aunt Zhou nodded, set the dinner table, wiped her hands on the apron, and looked puzzled at Barton lying on the carpet, murmuring, "I don't know what's wrong with the golden retriever these past two days. It seems lethargic and just keeps lying down."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying in the kitchen dropped the dish plate into the sink, but the plastic didn't make much noise.
The panic in her eyes vanished instantly as she picked up the fallen dish, turned on the faucet, and rinsed the suds off, "Maybe it's because the madam isn't here, and it just arrived in a new environment. Like people, it's not accustomed yet."
Aunt Zhou had never kept a pet and didn't understand these things.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, she pushed the matter aside and hurried to the living room.
"Sir, Madam, dinner is ready."
Nan Wan changed her slippers and walked into the living room, "Thank you, Aunt Zhou, I'll go upstairs to change first."
