Si Chen noticed that she wasn't as resistant to him as before. Although he didn't know what exactly caused this small change, he couldn't help but feel a bit delighted. He suppressed his excitement, keeping a steady face as he squinted his eyes and said, "Then I'll just have to find a chance to steal your ID card and take you to the Civil Affairs Bureau."
Lin Anxin furrowed her eyebrows, just about to speak.
Si Chen cut in, saying, "The Golden Retriever at home is sick, caught a cold. It said it really wants you to visit."
"Since when can dogs talk?" Lin Anxin tried her best to keep a straight face, coldly countering him.
She meant to expose his clumsy lie, not giving him any face.
Unexpectedly, the man on the bed remained calm, gripping her wrist without even twitching an eyebrow, and replied, "If a dog can be called a financier, why can't it speak?"
Damn!
Lin Anxin was caught off guard.
