It happened very suddenly. Xiao Jingzhan was taking a photo with a few fans when a little boy darted out of nowhere and, before anyone could react, viciously yanked the fur on top of Yeye's head.
Only when Xiao Jingzhan heard Yeye's cry of pain did he realize something was wrong, and he immediately hurried to help Yeye break free.
Unexpectedly, the child had quite a strong grip. He had pulled the skin and fur on top of Yeye's head out of shape. Xiao Jingzhan panicked too, slapped the boy's hand, and shouted sternly, "Let go!"
Feeling the pain, the little boy instinctively loosened his grip, and then the scene from just now unfolded.
Xiao Jingzhan gently rubbed Yeye's injury, his heart aching. Seeing the woman making such an unreasonable fuss only fueled his anger. "This is my dog. If I haven't given him permission to touch the dog, then he can't. And you call that playing? Who starts playing with a dog by yanking its fur?"
It was only because Yeye was good-tempered that she hadn't fought back. Had he run into a vicious dog, he would have been half-dead, if not killed outright.
When a dog lost its temper, it didn't care whether you were human!
The woman in the yellow dress didn't care about what had led to this. All she knew was that her child had been wronged.
"Is your dog made of gold? So what if he pulled its fur? Is it dead? Is it dead? It's perfectly fine, isn't it?"
"If your dog is so precious, why bring it outside? Why not keep it at home and worship it? I can't stand people like you, treating an animal as more important than your own parents. What, have you kept dogs so long you think