"You're just going to leave him hanging there like that?" Xiang Xiaoxue asked the next morning as they were leaving, pointing at Xin Huohuo's backpack.
A black cat doll dangled from the side of the army-green backpack. But inside it was Bai Qi's physical body. Fortunately, their bodies had never grown, and he was still a palm-sized puppy, light as a feather. This way, while it looked a little over-the-top, it wouldn't attract too much attention.
She had deliberately used a black cat doll. The look on Mr. Hei's face when he saw it had been priceless. 'Haha, so much fun.'
"What's wrong with it? It's fine," Xin Huohuo said, looking completely innocent.
A pitiful whimper, like that of a tiny puppy, came from the side of the backpack. It sounded utterly pathetic.
"Bai Qi says he's getting dizzy from being shaken around," Xiang Xiaoxue translated.
