"Is he trying to tell you that Mu Hualili is going to have bad luck, or that Mu Hualili is already having bad luck?" Yu Minglang tried to analyze. He knew that this Huaoli cat really bothered his wife. Once, Qian even talked in her sleep about tearing Mu Hualili apart.
Not only that, Qian hadn't even realized herself that she now, out of an irrationally transferred resentment, didn't even have a good face toward tabby cats when feeding stray cats. She'd give the fish meat to other cats and throw a fish head to the tabby cats.
Xiaoqiang had witnessed all of this, knowing full well how details reveal a person's true inner feelings.
Suddenly, a light bulb went off for Qian.
"Xiaoqiang, what did you just say...?"
"Mu Hualili is having bad luck?"
"Not that! It's Mu Hualili is afraid of dogs! He's definitely afraid of dogs! Hahaha! He better not set foot on my turf again. Every time he comes, I'll let a dog bite him!"
