It was no wonder Jiang Wang had chosen a wealthy household.
Most people's attics were connected to the floor below by a simple ladder, but this household had built a proper staircase.
"Whimper, whimper..."
A little gray dog came whimpering up the stairs.
They were a bit too tall for it, so the first thing Jiang Wang saw was a tuft of grayish fur. Then the little dog seemed to "roll" its way up.
It looked like it had been beaten somewhere; there were a few spots of mud on its body.
The poor little thing looked utterly bedraggled.
After climbing into the attic, it quieted down. Its little tail swayed as it headed straight for a corner where wooden planks were stacked. It curled up there and gently licked its paw.
Watching the little gray dog from the opposite corner, where he was curled up to recover from his injuries, Jiang Wang felt a certain kinship with it.
After some thought, he took out an Iron Pulp Fruit and tossed it over. Ever since Jiang An'an had shown how much she liked the fruit, he had extorted a few from Lian Que whenever they met. He had accumulated quite a stash.
The Iron Pulp Fruit rolled right up to the little gray dog.
The little dog sprang to its feet, its tail sticking straight up as it warily looked left and right. It even bared its teeth fiercely, trying to scare away an enemy who wasn't there.
But it clearly couldn't see Jiang Wang. It bared its teeth and waved its paws around for a while without finding a target. At last it grew tired and lay back down. It didn't even look at the unremarkable Iron Pulp Fruit.
Jiang Wang helplessly flicked a finger. A wisp of wind