The matter of the homeless man was still up in the air, and now there was a problem with Dahuang.
Although Dahuang was now a regular at the house, he would disappear for the better part of each day. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out he was out running wild.
Having grown up eating scraps from many families and being used to running free in the mountains, it was understandable that he didn't like being cooped up in the yard all day.
Thankfully, he still knew where home was and always remembered to come back, no matter how late it was.
The first few times he came back, Ji Huan and Dabao were already asleep. With the front and back gates shut tight, he couldn't get in, so he would scratch at the door with his front paws. That, combined with his peculiar, hair-raising howls, made it impossible for Ji Huan to pretend she couldn't hear. She had no choice but to get out of her warm bed in the middle of the night, get dressed, and open the door for him.
