Zheng Xinyu was amused by the Corgi's antics and waved the backpack in her hand: "You don't believe me? Really, if you don't believe it, smell this backpack. It has my scent all over it because I've been carrying you the whole way, you ungrateful stinky dog!"
Unexpectedly, the Corgi really ran over to Zheng Xinyu, sniffed the scent on the backpack with its twitching little nose, circled around her twice, and then gently rubbed its head against Zheng Xinyu's pant leg in a friendly manner.
"Wow, you're really smart, little dog, hey, don't go away..."
Zheng Xinyu was delighted by the dog's affectionate behavior and was about to squat down to pet its head when the Corgi suddenly darted back to Zhang Su's side, sitting upright, wagging its tongue as if it was Zhang Su's guardian mascot.
"You... he's the bad guy, he wants to eat you, I'm the good person, why can't you tell the difference..."
Zheng Xinyu was utterly frustrated.
