Mo Ang extended his palm to show the meatball.
The meatball looked at the empty palm, barked discontentedly, and then started rubbing against Mo Ang's pant leg again.
Seeing how easily it was won over by someone's suit pants, Yu Ziqian furrowed his little brows. "Meatball, come over here, don't bother Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo is leaving!"
The meatball, hearing this, immediately stood in front of Mo Ang, tilting its head up, worried that he would leave. "Woof woof..."
Mo Ang curled his lips into a smile and teasingly said, "Assistant An, is your dog trying to keep me from leaving?"
An Ning and Yu Ziqian felt particularly embarrassed, both angrily glaring at the meatball.
The meatball gazed at its owners with an innocent look, did it do something wrong?
Mo Ang cheerfully grinned and patted the dog's head. "Since you like me so much, well, next time I come, I'll bring you meat!"
"Woof woof..." The meatball happily jumped, wagging its tail furiously.
