877 Mixed Hair Clenching Clothes

The big mixed fur seemed to know the malice in Liang Ping'an's eyes, as it was an intuitive dog. It remembered when Liang Lizheng visited the Xiao Family to partake in the wedding wine, and how the scent on the body of the woman on the ground matched that of the village chief. Now, these two were together.

Although it couldn't understand human speech, it knew that this man and woman were up to no good.

It sniffed the clothes on the ground.

All of a sudden, it grabbed two pieces of clothing and quickly ran down the mountain.

"Ah! It actually ran off with our clothes!" Liu Yuhong panicked, turning pale, "Quick, stop it!"

Liang Ping'an, initially halfway through his enjoyment before the dog interrupted, was so angry that he stealthily picked up a stone, intending to deal with the mixed-haired dog. Seeing it run off with the clothes and realizing what it had taken, his face also turned ashen with fear—what if someone saw those two pieces of clothing!