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He Miao worriedly dried her body, quickly put on her clothes, and rushed out of the bathroom.

As expected, Onion was no longer in the room.

He Miao opened the door. The cold wind from the corridor blew on her damp skin. She could not care less about the cold and rushed downstairs.

The bloodstains in the living room made her eyes red. She widened her eyes and glared at the people who were looking at each other. “Where is Onion?”

Aunt Liu looked at the floor that was stained with blood in disgust. She straightened up and said, “If you don’t look after your own dog, how would we know?”

“Are you sure?” He Miao narrowed hereyes dangerously and looked at the obvious bloodstains on the tip of Aunt Liu’s shoes. She asked coldly, “You better tell me the truth. Where is Onion?”

“What are you doing? Who do you think you are? What right do you have to question me?” Aunt Liu put her hands on her waist, undaunted. This wretched girl from the countryside actually dared to speak to her like this for an ugly dog.

Her experience in this family was not something she could compare to!

“Alright,” she said. He Miao took a deep breath and calmed himself down. “You’re not going to tell me, right? I’ll settle the score with you when I find Onion!”

She glanced at He Wei, who was cowering at the side, and did not say anything. She followed the blood around the villa.

“Onion!” He Miao shouted loudly as she searched the courtyard anxiously.

However, after searching every corner, there was no trace of Onion. The blood in the night gradually faded. She ordered herself to calm down, squatted down, and closed her eyes. With her keen sense of smell, she tried to distinguish the faint smell of blood in the air and slowly walked over.

He Miao had originally placed Jing Yan in the corner of the room, in a rather comfortable kennel. However, no matter how comfortable it was, it could not change the fact that it was a kennel.

He could not get over it and crawled out of his bed. Looking at the closed bathroom door and the sound of running water, he suddenly realized that this was the best time for him to escape.

He jumped and jumped, and it took a lot of effort to grab the door handle and open the door.

He had barely breathed enough of the scent of freedom outside that was untainted by this woman’s scent, so he ran downstairs with all his might. He was caught off guard and bumped into Aunt Liu in the living room, who was holding a hot glass of milk.

Aunt Liu spilled the entire glass of milk on Jing Yan, causing him to whine and roll on the ground from the heat. He Wei, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion, did not help him.

Aunt Liu’s heart was pounding as she scolded, “This damn dog is really a waste of space. Why is it running in the house? Why don’t you burn off a layer of your dog skin?”

She spat at him fiercely, and her saliva accurately landed on Jing Yan’s wet fur.

Jing Yan felt nauseated, but the burning pain on his back made him unable to care about anything else for the time being. He could not help kicking his legs on the ground and wanted to reach out to scratch it, but his short paws could not reach it no matter what.

The more Aunt Liu spoke, the angrier she got. When she thought of that country bumpkin, she kicked Jing Yan as if that was not enough. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and hit his back hard against the wall, which almost took half his life.

He glared at Aunt Liu fiercely, wishing he could bite her to death.

Who knew that in Aunt Liu’s eyes, his grimacing was a provocation to her.

She walked up to him angrily and stomped on him with her high heels, almost crushing his stomach and intestines.

Finally, Jing Yan could not take it anymore. He barked, straightened his body, and barked at them in a threatening manner. Only then did He Wei, who was beside them, come back to her senses. She shrieked in fear, hurriedly picked up the cup beside her, and threw it at him.

Jing Yan was hit directly, but he also found an opportunity to run out, staggering.

However, his body was in so much pain that his legs felt like cotton. He had no strength to run back to his house, so he had to hide in the cold and wet woods.

The burning pain on his back gradually spread, and the severe pain in his abdomen was still intensifying. He curled up his body and pitifully curled into a ball.

The night was a little cold, and he was so resentful that he wanted to return to his body immediately and tear the two people apart.

His head was still bleeding, and his fur was matted by blood. He never knew that a person could be so cruel to animals.

He did not like animals either, but now he understood the hardships and powerlessness of small animals.

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