The other dogs only barked a few times before falling silent.
Wang Dalong walked into Zhao Jun's yard, his eyes fixed on Cyan Dragon as he went. That little dog had a very dominant personality; every time he visited, Cyan Dragon would lunge at him. Previously, when Zhao Jun wasn't home, Wang Meilan's words were useless, and she could only stand between him and Cyan Dragon. But today, with Zhao Jun home, a single shout was enough to make Cyan Dragon quietly eat its food.
"Brother Long!"
"Brother Dalong."
After Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu greeted Wang Dalong, Zhao Jun asked, "You haven't eaten breakfast yet, have you? Perfect, the food's almost ready. Have a bite here."
"No need!" Wang Dalong declined. "Your sister-in-law is making it at home. It's almost done too."
Hearing this, Zhao Jun asked, "Then, Brother Long, did you come for... something specific?"
