An Ning wasn't paying attention to what Jiang Xia was saying. She was looking down at the whimpering Da Huang.
"What's wrong with Da Huang? He looks a little upset."
"What's he got to be upset about? He eats five meals a day, a big bone with every single one. What's the problem? Right, Da Huang?"
In response to Jiang Xia's words, Da Huang woofed once, then turned and walked away.
He looked as if he was choosing not to argue, but only for the sake of the bones.
An Ning couldn't quite figure it out, so she just carried a box of books and went inside.
Once all the boxes were brought inside, the group stood at the doorway to An Ning's room, gazing at a space that now had only a narrow path, barely wide enough for one person.
"Sis, be careful if you get up at night. You don't want to get buried under all this."
"Wow, thanks for the life-or-death advice."
An Ning felt a little troubled herself. She'd thought her room was large enough, but seeing it now, it was clearly too small.
