In the evening, Little Grey, after a whole day of hellish training, finally got a small reward: two extra drumsticks for dinner.
But feeling three pairs of pitiful eyes on him, Little Grey felt uncomfortable everywhere.
Mo Jingchun ate his meal and shook his head slightly. These days, it's tough even for a dog. The trainer said that persistent training for a week would yield obvious results.
This means Little Grey has to continue tomorrow.
"Brother, how about we call it off? Little Grey looks so pitiful."
Mo Jingchun grinned, "You were the one who signed him up. How can you give up halfway?"
"Oh, I just mentioned it."
On the side, Zhou Yaling thought to herself, as expected of siblings, causing trouble for both people and dogs without ever consulting anyone.
For the next week, Little Grey spent his nights in nightmares.
