They didn't think much of it. But as they were strolling through the courtyard that evening, they unexpectedly found themselves in the two uncleaned rear courtyards.
There in the courtyard's weeds, they saw a tiny puppy, yelping softly.
The little puppy was covered in dirt, with two dried leaves perched comically on its head. It looked timidly at Chen Wanqing and Zhao Jing, taking two fearful steps back.
But perhaps it was too hungry, or perhaps it was because Chen Wanqing didn't give off the air of a bad person, because it tentatively took a step forward. When the two of them didn't react, it took two more.
It didn't stop until its shrunken belly was pressing against Chen Wanqing's shoe and its front paws were clutching her dress.
"Woof~"
"Jing... Jing, isn't this the little puppy we saw at the dog market? It looks so familiar…"
