The meatball turned its head to glance at Grandma, then playfully nudged 'Daddy's' pant leg with its big dog head.
Mo Ang patted the meatball's head and said with a smile, "Chairman Wen, your dog truly can't bite me, so you might as well give up on that thought."
Wen Rufeng, feeling quite embarrassed by the dog, forcefully tugged its dog head to the side. "Go back to your doghouse, go back, you disappointing dog, just like your mother, you have no conscience, forgetting who your dad is so quickly..."
"Woof woof..." the meatball protested with two barks, continuing its tug-of-war with Grandma.
Wen Rufeng threatened, "Are you coming back with me or not? If you keep disobeying, I'll kill you and stew you for meat."
"Woof woof..." the meatball whimpered, not wanting to die; it wanted to stay alive and play with its owner.
