The old man, seeing that the speaker was a pretty young girl, finally softened his tone a bit, "Young lady, you don't know what this little guy next to you has done. All our dogs must be leashed; shouldn't his crow be, too?"
"Oh," Zhou Xiaotong nodded and glanced again at the black dog, "It's about forty centimeters tall, right? Shouldn't this kind of dog be leashed?"
"My dog doesn't bite people," the old man replied with righteous indignation before pointing at Feng Jun and huffing resentfully, "It's all because they made a fuss that the property management forced us to put leashes on the dogs. I just wonder, can this crow just fly around freely?"
"Old man, that's not very considerate of you," Zhou Xiaotong even began to argue patiently, "Dogs can cause a lot of harm to people, whereas crows can't do much harm."
Seeing her like this, Feng Jun couldn't help but recall the first time he met her.
