Mr. Mo bought a husky on a whim.
On the first day, Mr. Mo looked at his undamaged furniture and felt a touch of sadness in his heart. Is there something wrong with my Erha?
The next day, I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I looked at my sofa that was missing a corner.
On the third day, I looked at the curtains that I could no longer see as they were and sighed, comforting myself, haha, it's inevitable to make a little noise...
From this point on, the fourth, fifth, and sixth days...
Mr. Mo: It's time for me to consider killing dogs to make hot pot
Until that rainy day, a red-haired boy carrying an umbrella told him in a unclear voice, "I am your husky?"
Mr. Mo:... Meow meow meow?