The Little Golden Dragon seemed dissatisfied with Jiang Xiaobai's long disappearance, its mouth open and spewing heat.
"Little one, what, you want to burn me to death?" Jiang Xiaobai laughed.
The Little Golden Dragon really had a fiery temper; it actually spat fire, though it didn't dare aim at Jiang Xiaobai. But the floor tiles weren't so lucky; as soon as the fire hit, the sturdy marble tiles cracked instantly, turning into powder.
"Alright, alright, it's my fault. Didn't I come back? Little guy, tell me, while I was away, did you run out and cause any trouble?"
Jiang Xiaobai was worried that the Little Golden Dragon might hurt someone because of hunger.
The Little Golden Dragon was still angry and ignored Jiang Xiaobai, laying by the doghouse Jiang Xiaobai had prepared for it back then, closing its eyes, seemingly ready to sleep.
"Alright then, go to sleep, I won't disturb you." Jiang Xiaobai smiled slightly, turned and left.