"Awoo—!"
A piercing wail sounded, and the little dog, only a few months old, was kicked into the air, tumbling three or four meters away, landing on the grass, curling up in a ball, emitting painful moans, struggling a little, but unable to get up immediately.
"Mama!" Caesar exclaimed in shock, wanting to rush over to check on the puppy.
"Stop right there!"
Krista halted him, "Put that filthy thing down! Who allowed you to play with such an unknown wild dog?!"
Caesar was frightened by his mother's gaze, his steps froze in place, looking at the shivering and quietly whimpering little dog in the distance, his big eyes quickly filling with tears, yet he held back, not daring to let them fall.
He quietly defended with a sobbing voice, "It's not dirty, it's very well-behaved, it's the gardener uncle's dog…"
"I don't care whose it is!"
