Chen Luo stopped his movements, thrusting the shovel forcefully into the soil. He placed his other hand on the shovel handle and addressed the older man beside him.,Please provide me with the text you would like translated. I'm ready!,Chen Luo glanced at the stray dog raised by his uncle. He remembered when he first came to the city and stayed with his uncle, this mangy dog had bitten a hole in his pants. In the corner, the mangy dog, its tail stiff with anxiety, was hidden away from the foul stench, sensing that something bad might be about to happen.。