1272: How to become a dog? (2)_1

The moment the baby tasted the milk, his crying ceased, and his chubby cheeks were streaked with tears.

His watery eyes stared at Tara Summer, though his mouth was not idle.

Tara Summer wiped away his tears and saw Ava looking at Bastian with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong? Something the matter?" Tara Summer asked, her lips curling into a smile.

Ava frowned and turned to her, "Young Madam, since when did you start liking dogs? How old is this Samoyed? If you really wanted to raise one, you should have done it from a young age, that's how you build a bond!"

Tara Summer kept silent, her lips pursed in a smile, and turned to look at Bastian. Bastian was also looking at her with a speechless expression.

That expression seemed to be only decipherable by her, which made her laugh even more heartily.

"Hmph." Bastian exhaled heavily through his nose, clearly very frustrated, grumbling inwardly: 'Hate it, they actually treat me as a dog!'