The heavy doors of the Tao family residence slammed shut, cutting it off from the outside world.
The next day, An Ning ate the breakfast Da Huang had brought. She wasn't in a hurry to go out, so she stayed in her room, sketching and writing as she continued to work on her communication system design.
As noon arrived, there was another knock on the main door.
An Ning opened the door and saw Da Huang with a lunchbox in his mouth. She took the box from him first, then invited him inside.
"It looks like Jiang Xia is out. Who made this food...?"
An Ning certainly wasn't going to get an answer from Da Huang, but she did earn a look of utter disdain from him.
"Hey, hold on a minute. What's with that look? You'd better explain yourself!"
An Ning spread her arms to block Da Huang's path. The moment she finished speaking, she was met with a series of sharp barks—the kind that sounded like they had punctuation.
