220. The seventh pig_1

At this very moment.

The clear-headed Song Tan and the half-drunk family members all stood beside the pigpen, each person counting basic addition and subtraction within ten at least three times.

But still, there were only seven pigs.

Da Wang sat quietly in the bushes beside them, sleek and poised, his chest fur shining brightly, his eyes seemingly sparkling with light.

If he had been wearing a big red flower, he would have embodied the posture of all decorated dogs going up to receive awards.

But while they were heroes, he was a thief!

Seizing the opportunity while the half-drunk Mr. Zhang had not yet noticed Da Wang, Song Tan quietly walked over and hugged Da Wang's neck:

"Baobao, tell me, are you okay with stealing like this every day? I mean, do the wild pigs not mind?"

"Woof!"

"What do you mean by that? Whether they mind or not, I can't just take your word for it."