As Hua Cheng watched with a look of utter defeat, An Ning drove the tricycle to the foot of the mountain.
Wei Qi was patrolling the foot of the mountain and rushed over the moment it saw An Ning.
But Wei Qi stopped steadily in front of An Ning, refraining from pouncing.
An Ning, however, hopped off the tricycle and threw her arms around Wei Qi, ruffling the fur on its head. "Why stop? Go ahead and pounce if you want. Don't be shy."
"Besides, liking me doesn't mean you can't like Bao Zhengkai, you know."
Perhaps An Ning's last sentence won Wei Qi over. The dog abandoned its restraint and nuzzled her leg a couple of times.
But the moment Da Huang came bounding down, Wei Qi immediately resumed its serious, alpha-dog demeanor—the aloof leader of the pack.
An Ning didn't push it. She gave the approaching Da Huang a few vigorous ruffles, which felt so good the dog wanted to flop onto the ground and roll around.
