Not only did the Golden Retriever and the parrot come, but also the little friends Tuanzi knows.
Zhong Yi still remembered Tuanzi, but he was too lazy to move, so he proactively hugged the Golden Retriever's neck, "Be good, you carry me there."
The dancer Lan Lan awkwardly pulled her son up, "It can't carry you."
"It can," Zhong Yi whispered, "It carried me before."
Lan Lan had to tell him a harsh truth, "It wasn't the dog carrying you around, it was your dad always lifting you. When you were little, the dog was also small, it couldn't carry you."
Zhong Yi widened his eyes in disbelief.
"I thought it was the dog carrying me, I shared my snacks with it every day."
His chubby face clearly wrote 'for nothing'.
Lan Lan immediately frowned, "What snacks? The dog can't eat food with heavy oil and salt, and neither should you!"
The chubby boy shrank back, "It was grandma's homemade beef jerky, nothing added."
Lan Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
