The old man gave in from the inside: "I was wrong, Little Yan, what's the matter with your visit? Get it out quickly! Seeing that thing frightens me, can't you take it away?"
"Is it that intimidating?" Yan Fei didn't argue with him since he apologized, instead, he felt puzzled. "Isn't it just a bigger cat? Are you that scared?"
"I'm afraid even if you are not! Speak quickly if you have something to say, if not, just go! Can't you see you've scared my dog!" the old man shouted through the door.
The little native dog was utterly frightened and huddled close to the woodpile, whining mournfully.
Actually, this native dog was not small, but compared to what? Forget about tigers, even compared to the few dogs raised by Yan Fei, it couldn't compete!
The old man was genuinely afraid. Tigers had always been revered and untouchable in folk legends. Especially in places where they had never seen a tiger, the countless stories have even added a layer of mystery to it.
