Mia: "..."
Maeve looked at her seriously, tilting her head and said, "Isn't that right? Can it understand human language? We have to speak dog language."
"Haha," Mia pinched her cheek and smiled, "Let's just speak human language, after a while it'll understand. Chancellor is well-behaved. Let's shake hands first."
"Huh?" Maeve was taken aback.
Mia held her hand and held Chancellor's outstretched paw in her palm.
"Hehehe," Maeve wasn't satisfied, she lunged over and hugged Chancellor's thick furry neck.
Chancellor struggled a bit, turned its head, shook its body twice, and left with elegant steps.
"Don't go!" Maeve quickly chased after.
Then—
Chancellor ran off.
Maeve was stunned and quickly started running after with her little legs.
One person and one dog, circling around in the hall.
Mia couldn't help but laugh, looking at Maeve's cheerful appearance, she finally felt relieved, changed her shoes, and went back to the room to put things away.
