All eyes turned towards them. Seeing the scene, Peng Qixiu's agent stepped forward with a stick in hand.
"Where did this stray dog come from? Get lost," he yelled.
As the stick was about to fall, a small figure dashed over and picked up Little Black. Even in Zhouzhou's arms, Little Black continued to growl fiercely at Peng Qixiu.
Zhouzhou could feel the dog trembling as she comforted it, puzzled by its behavior.
Qin Lie pulled Zhouzhou behind him, his gaze cold and intimidating as it swept over Peng Qixiu's agent and the stick in his hand.
The agent, though accustomed to dealing with big shots, was visibly shaken by Qin Lie's presence.
Following his gaze, he quickly dropped the stick and stammered, "This dog came out of nowhere and suddenly bit someone, it's scary."
"I brought it here," Qin Lie glanced at him coolly. "Do you have a problem with that?"
The agent's face stiffened. He had never encountered someone so indifferent.