A vicious neighbor poisoned my dog's food. After being discovered, he falsely accused my dog of biting her grandson.
Later, her precious grandson fell ill.
In order to cure her illness, she sneaked into my house and beat the dog to death to make dog meat soup.
I came to her home to argue with her, but she said something back:
"Isn't it just a beast? If it dies, it will die. What if it bites my precious grandson?"
The naughty kid eating dog meat soup made faces at me, and I smiled coldly.
Because what she killed was not a dog at all, but the container for my poison.
And I am a descendant of the Gu clan.
The next day, dog hair began to grow on her grandson.
