Chapter 631 Fighting a Dog for Food

• The assistant heard that and bobbed his head right away. “Got it, Mr. Wen. I’ll head out now!” With that, he planted himself by the door like a guard.
• Mr. Wen stared at the half bowl of leftovers the dog had been eating. Jaw tight, he fought down the nausea, scooped a handful with his fingers, and shoved it into his mouth.
• It tasted sour and a little rotten. Thinking about how the dog had just been chewing it made his stomach roll.