Amelia comforted the dog as she walked. She was so relaxed that she could even hold Nine's hand with her free hand. "Sister Nine, leave quickly."
The pretty girl: "…"
The passersby: "…" Everyone's gazes were a little strange. A three or four-year-old child could pick up the big wolfdog so easily? And an adult couldn't even lift it?
"From the looks of it, this wolfdog doesn't seem to be heavy."
"He's so hungry that he's skin and bones. Although he's a wolfdog, he can't be that heavy, right?"
The passersby were not sure because this stray dog was a big wolf dog. When it stood up, it was taller than Amelia. Logically speaking, it should not be light, but Amelia, a four-year-old girl, could easily carry it. It should not be heavy, right?
"No matter what, no matter how weak an adult is, how can she be weaker than a three or four-year-old child?"
