Ye sang carried a small schoolbag on her back. When she ran out, no one dared to stop her. She still had some money in her card, and she had all the things she needed to bring with her.

  She opened the small schoolbag, and there was a snow-white puppy inside. The puppy licked her palm and tilted its head to look at Ye sang.

  Perhaps it did not understand why it was asking for trouble and ran out.

  Ye sang felt itchy in her palm. She lowered her head and pushed the Little Puppy’s head in dissatisfaction. In a low voice, she said, “Stop it.”


  To be honest, she felt that the puppy looked like Duan Jinyan.

  It was white, fat, and soft in her arms. Ye sang nuzzled it with her face. She pouted slightly, picked up the puppy in her arms, and walked toward the busy street.

  At this time of the day, the capital was bustling with people. The neon lights were bright and lively, and Ye sang was undoubtedly conspicuous.