An Ning looked at the meatball she hadn't seen for a while, tumbling over with its snow-white fur as it ran towards her.
Its long mouth was gaping wide, and its tongue was sticking out very far.
"No, not you again," An Ning said fearfully, not daring to move.
Yu Ziqian became even more annoyed, more tense.
The idiot, why did it follow again?
Hadn't he told it many, many times not to come out with him?
If its identity got exposed, what would he do if Sister An Ning hated him?
Yu Ziqian gave the meatball a 'you better get out of here' look.
Unsatisfied, the meatball sat in front of its little owner and barked twice. 'Woof woof...'
The dog thought: Why can you come, and I can't?
You miss Ningning, and I miss Ningning too.
An Ning, standing by, suddenly rushed in front of Yu Ziqian, shielding him in her arms. "Meatball, you can't come over here, you can't bite the kid, you know?"
Meatball looked at An Ning with pitiful eyes, whimpering softly.