"Honey, listen to me. The handler of Beauty sacrificed herself a few days ago, and Beauty was so traumatized that she wouldn't eat or drink. I saw her on my trip and felt really heartbroken. Beauty has served for over six years and it's time for her to retire. How could I just watch her starve to death?"
"Yu Xiaoqiang, you're not..." Qian rubbed her temples, "You're not bringing a dog home to make me give it therapy?"
Pardon me, but your wife cannot do this!
No matter how skilled she is, she can't provide therapy to animals!
"Besides—look at it, eating so ravenously, its appetite super strong. Does that look like it's not eating or drinking?!"
Qian pointed at the corner where a dog was happily eating, the sound of chewing filling the room. If this counts as not eating or drinking, then there would be no starving ghosts in this world.
