"I see your sorry state, doesn't seem like you can hold on much longer..."
Ansheng had an expression of speechlessness as he looked at the Tibetan mastiff and its owner stuck together like glue.
The Tibetan mastiff, named Lucky, was clearly mimicking human behavior to act coy.
In other words, the dog's owner, Luo Hao, truly didn't see the mastiff as an outsider, all the lovey-dovey actions with his girlfriend or wife were right in front of the dog, so the mastiff just followed suit.
There's a simple reason why Ah Qing couldn't persuade the mastiff.
The mastiff was very reliant on its owner, so when something happened, it didn't think for itself; all it needed was to jump into its owner's arms, wiggling its bear-like waist coyly.
"You... come with me."
Ansheng trotted over on four little legs to the Tibetan mastiff lying on the ground with its ears covered, put on a serious face, and spoke to it.
The mastiff said nothing, just looked pitifully at its owner, whimpering softly.
