Su Qing was staring at her elder sister expectantly. She hesitantly moved forward, revealing the tiny little face of the puppy with a trembling body in her arms. "Sister, please let me keep it," she pleaded.
The little dog seemed to sense her plea and shifted against her chest, pressing itself against her chest and whimpering. Su Anya's heart almost melted at the sight, and she couldn't help but smile at the little puppy's curiosity.
Suddenly, the little puppy squirmed out of Su Qing's arm and scampered across the room, leaving its own wet mark on the floor. Su Anya's mouth hung open in shock.
There was a moment of silence--Su Anya trying to control the urge to throw the little puppy out of the house,
This was the biggest reason for her not to keep a dog in the house because who was going to clean its mess. She knew in the end, this responsibility would be thrust upon her.
