Just as Wen Nan was lost in thought, a message popped up in his mind from the Wenna Guild's chat group—
[Winter.: My portable item was taken by a dog]
[Winter.: What should I do]
[Winter.: Help, please QAQ]
[Chill Wind: ?]
[Chill Wind: Why did you give your portable item to a dog?]
[Chill Wind: Oh, I remember now, you're trying to conquer a dog, right?]
[Chill Wind: My condolences]
[Winter.: No, don't say that, can someone help me?]
[Winter.: Little P.'s saliva is so corrosive, if it melts my portable item, am I done for?]
[Jiu cilang: The item and the dog are with me @Winter.]
[Chill Wind: ?]
[Winter.: ! Great! I'll head upstairs now! President, wait for me!]
Closing the chat box, Wen Nan looked at the huge Chow Chows in front of him.
This fellow, even lying down, had a belly almost as high as Wen Nan's waist, like a giant brown bear.
