Once the dog was all wrapped up, Zhao Youcai hoisted it onto his back. He descended the slope and started walking along the Wood Transport Route.
"Brother-in-law, you're really something else!" Sensing a foul smell coming from Zhao Youcai, Wang Qiang kept his distance, but he still praised him. "First you save the dog, and now you're even taking it back to its owner."
"Huh?" Zhao Youcai froze, retorting, "Take it back to who?"
"Ah?" Wang Qiang was a bit stunned by the question. He pointed forward instinctively and said, "Aren't we heading back to the Logging Camp?"
Hearing this, Zhao Youcai said nonchalantly, "This is the way home for us too, isn't it?"
Only then did Wang Qiang understand. This black dog was about to become a Zhao.
Seeing Wang Qiang's silence, Zhao Youcai snorted. "I've barely even carried my own son on my back. You think I'm going to carry a dog just to let it run off?"
Wang Qiang was speechless.
