"Awoo..."
Ah Bai looked helplessly towards the elevator direction, being grabbed by the neck by his little master and dragged away.
This is someone else's home, and Qiu Lingling doesn't want to see her doggy holding a wooden carving and gnawing on it, only to discover it's the handiwork of some intangible heritage master.
At that time, Qiu Lingling feels she might really go down on all fours, mimic a big crab chasing Ah Bai's head to gnaw on, giving it some intensity.
"....Come on, buddy, what's your size! I, Ansheng, weigh only about twenty pounds, while you're sprinting towards the forty to fifty-pound mark."
Squatting in the corner of the elevator, sneakily peeking outside, Ansheng sees Qiu Lingling's fist, like a precision-guided rocket, punch the top of Ah Bai's head and grab it by the neck to drag away, and flashes a cunning smile of amusement.
Ah Bai's Tu Song form is around fifty pounds, almost twice the weight of Master Fuli.
