The Tibetan Mastiff that was just in the air, now lies motionless at the doorstep?
What did Xiaobao just do? Zhang Ling watched Xiaobao, a gleam of light flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"Hehe, it's just a dead dog, didn't scare you, did I?" Xiaobao looked at Zhang Ling, hehe'd with a smile then gently said.
"Hmph, as if only you could!" Zhang Ling felt a warmth in her heart as she watched Xiaobao, coquettishly hmphed, and followed Xiaobao toward the villa.
"Who the hell has a death wish!"
Xiaobao and Zhang Ling hadn't even reached the doorstep when a haughty voice came from inside, followed by the sight of the door being flung open, and a burly Han standing at the entrance.
"Uh..."
The moment the burly Han opened the door, he was stunned at the sight of the motionless Tibetan Mastiff at the doorstep.
"Me!"
Xiaobao let out a thunderous yell. Before the burly Han could react, another yell.
Before Xiaobao's voice had even faded, he kicked toward the burly Han's chest.
