Leng Chunhong glared at the Tibetan Mastiff after looking at her ruined phone.
"Woof woof woof," the Tibetan Mastiff leaped up, trying to chase after An Linlin.
Leng Chunhong, her eyes reddening at the sight of the smashed phone, didn't care whether it was a Tibetan Mastiff or not, she just reached out and grabbed its tail, forcefully dragging it back.
"You broke my phone and you still want to run," Leng Chunhong cursed angrily.
As she spoke, she lifted her foot and aimed a fierce kick at the Tibetan Mastiff's belly.
But the Tibetan Mastiff turned its head and bit down hard on her wrist. Leng Chunhong felt like her flesh was being torn off and she groaned in pain.
The moment her hand loosened, she saw her wrist was a bloody mess.
Unpleasant memories flooded into her mind, especially the incident when Ji Jianchong was chased for nine streets by a Tibetan Mastiff and ended up with a bitten rear end.
