Name It

Gong Mingye's face was cold and indifferent as he faintly said; "Have you thought of how to explain?"

Gong Yifeng turned his head and looked at Gu Wan'an.

Gu Wan'an silently raised her neck and looked at the ceiling.

Gong Yifeng, "..."

"I picked it up on the road. It looks quite pitiful, so... I carried it back…"

"Throw it out!"

"Ah?"

Gong Yifeng put up a dying struggle. "Second Brother, it's better to keep it. Look at how small it is. It's so pitiful."

Gong Mingye raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and faintly said; "You and it, only one can stay, choose."

Hearing this, Gu Wan'an pointed at the small milk dog on the ground and interjected; "Then it's better to keep it, it's good and obedient, it's also fun and eats less."

"Shen Ziqing!"

The corner of Gong Yifeng's mouth twitched, and he almost vomited blood.

Listen, is this human language?