"Xiao Bai."
Hearing the call, the Samoyed barked twice and turned to run.
Wen Xiangyang, hearing the voice, felt that the man's tone was somewhat familiar. She lifted her head and followed the Samoyed, which had already taken off, merrily running toward the man.
In the sunlight, she saw a man with tousled short hair, dressed in sportswear, walking towards her.
Seeing the man's appearance, Wen Xiangyang was slightly surprised. She hadn't expected the world to be so small. They had just met last night, and now they ran into each other again in this neighborhood early in the morning.
Xiao Kou glanced in the direction from which Xiao Bai had come and also saw Wen Xiangyang who had fallen to the ground.
Seeing that the person on the ground was Wen Xiangyang, a trace of surprise flashed through Xiao Kou's eyes.