Yvonne returned to Miller Villa that night. The moment she entered, a fluffy figure pounced on her, and she almost fell to the ground.

Then, a wet tongue licked all over her face. There was the smell of soap on the fluffy body.

Yvonne laughed from feeling ticklish. "Doodoo, calm down."

Edith came out of the kitchen when she heard a commotion. She looked at the scene by the door and laughed. "It's you. You must be tired. Do you want some food? I'm making pasta."

"Okay."

It took a lot of effort before Yvonne was able to calm the excited Doodoo down. She walked over to Edith. Doodoo was still following her, wagging its tail.

"Mrs. Jenner, thank you for taking care of Doodoo. You've really taken good care of him."

"It's a small matter. Doodoo's a great dog. Giving him a bath wasn't a big deal." Edith looked at Doodoo and smiled.

"I guess Doodoo missed you a lot. When you weren't around, he waited by the door all the time, and now he's finally seen you."

"I left in a hurry the oth