Snowball watched their blustering with bright, expressive eyes that conveyed a deep sense of disdain and aversion.
"Snowball, you stay put. Mrs. Quan and the others left you behind. I'm calling Mr. Jian Luo right away to pick you up, okay?" The girl with the ponytail took a few steps back, maintaining her distance from Snowball as she said this meekly.
Jian Qing brought Snowball to the flower shop every day, so they knew that the spirited Snow Wolf was quite intelligent, but they were still too timid to approach it.
Snowball's dark pupils dilated, and it bristled instantly.
Left behind?
Its gaze passed over them, staring fixedly at the door.
Leaves drifted down, in a desolate and dreary scene.
The beauty had actually forgotten it here.
Lying on the floor like a deflated ball, Snowball's round eyes seemed to brim with a hint of accusation.
"Awoo—" It howled in dismay, causing the clerks to go weak at the knees, almost kneeling before it.
In the suburb, the air was fresh.
