My Neighbor Killed My Dog for Hotpot, So I Knocked on Their Door and Went Berserk!

There was still half an hour until the New Year's countdown when I received a message from the pet-sitting family.

I opened the chat and saw a cozy photo.

The dining table was filled with various dishes, with a steaming hot pot in the center, surrounded by bones of different sizes.

I was about to wish them a Happy New Year when they sent another ten-second voice message.

The moment I heard its content, I felt as if I'd been plunged into an icy abyss, my whole body trembling.

"Your dog is in the pot. Do you want the bones back?"

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