"Ah Qing, I helped it keep its iron rice bowl!"
"Let that shameless guy come and check!" Ansheng and Lin Bingyun scheduled a time to meet, then turned around to correct the Tibetan Mastiff's habit of attacking people through conversation.
Ansheng led the Tibetan Mastiff back.
When the Tibetan Mastiff saw its owner, it clearly had a habitual reliance on paths, and jumped back into its owner's arms.
Under everyone's gaze.
Ansheng made a whimpering sound, and the Tibetan Mastiff immediately dropped from its owner's arms to the ground, sitting obediently, with a serious look on its face as it gazed at its owner, like a weathered warrior clad in fur and claws.
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Luo Hao typed a question mark upon seeing this, obviously not used to the changes in his own dog.
"Did you persuade it well?"
