Chu Xingye waited several days, but Jiang Xun showed no intention of contacting him to ask for Sangbiao back.
Sangbiao, meanwhile, tore up the house every day and ate a ton. Perhaps because the dog hadn't adjusted to the new environment, Sangbiao also howled every night, keeping everyone awake.
After Sangbiao knocked over a set of collectible figurines he treasured, Chu Xingye finally snapped. He scooped up the dog, who was chewing on a slipper, and ran out the door.
He drove all the way from home to the Jiang family's villa.
Jiang Father, Jiang Mother, and Jiang Huaijin were all out. Only Jiang Xun and a few servants were home.
The servants knew Chu Xingye, so he got in without any trouble.
At that moment, Jiang Xun was in his bedroom, walking the paper dog he had made himself and named Jiang Jianguo. Holding its leash, he made two bored laps around the room.
"Jianguo, want to go play in the garden?"
As he spoke, Jiang Xun led Jianguo outside. He had just reached the door and was about to speak when he heard a knock.
"Who is it?"
An aggressive, cracked voice rang out from outside. "Open up, I'm my uncle!"
Jiang Xun: "..."
He opened the door to find Chu Xingye standing outside with an armful of dog. Sangbiao still had a slipper clenched in its mouth, but dropped it the moment it saw Jiang Xun and let out a couple of yelps.
Without another word, Chu Xingye shoved Sangbiao into Jiang Xun's arms. "Here. Take your dog back."
Jiang Xun held Sangbiao and stroked its head, looking the person opposite him up and down.
Chu Xingye looked rather haggard, with obvious dark circles beneath his eyes, messy hair, and no energy. Even his voice was hoarse