Ji Xingyao mumbled, emerging from Qin Morui's embrace, reaching out to pat the big yellow dog in front of her.
She looked up at Qin Morui, "This is the dog from the uncle's house next door to my grandma's snack shop. It doesn't bite."
While speaking, Ji Xingyao patted the dog's head again.
She had grown up here and was cute and well-behaved, so all the aunts and uncles of the shops on this street liked her.
Even the cats and dogs raised in the shops loved to play with her.
Ji Xingyao tilted her little head and thought about the place where she was knocked down just now. It was already close to her grandma's shop, so Da Huang might have caught her scent and came running out.
A false alarm. Qin Morui saw the big yellow dog lying at her feet and squatted down beside it.
"It looks really gentle. Can I pet it?"
Before Ji Xingyao could speak, the docile Da Huang had already turned its head and licked his palm.
