Adam Sinclair's mouth twitched.
The woman beside him didn't consider sparing his dignity at all. She actually thought seriously for a moment and said, "It's possible."
"Darling, what do you think we should do?"
Bobby looked deviously at Adam, blinked his eyes, and said innocently, "Auntie Olivia can make two bathrooms at home, and later put signs on the bathrooms. Adam Sinclair's exclusive and golden retriever's exclusive, they both won't need to see the doctor. This way, everyone has a toilet..."
He said they all have toilets, but how it sounded was more like no one has to fight over dog poop anymore.
Olivia Lewis didn't expect Bobby to cooperate with her so well, and she burst into laughter. She praised him, "Emma Bobby, your mummy told me you have high emotional intelligence. I didn't think so before. Now I see, you truly do, you're nothing like your dad."
"You surpass the master," Bobby said leisurely, flaunting his knowledge.
