Jiang Qi watched the girl's retreating back, then lowered his head to look at the gift still in his hand that he hadn't managed to give her. There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and he picked up his things and turned back.
On the way back to the apartment, Qiao Qiqi ran into a little dog that kept following her. It was tiny, its breed hard to tell, and the little guy wiggled its butt, stubbornly trailing her all the way to the entrance of the residential compound.
Of course, Qiao Qiqi also deliberately slowed her pace to see if it would give up. If it stopped following her, she wouldn't bother with it. But if it kept trailing her, she'd take it home for now.
She hadn't expected this little dog to actually follow her all the way to the outside of her complex. She turned around and crooked her finger at the little dog following her at just the right distance.
The little dog immediately perked up and ran toward her in a happy little trot.
