"Uncle's calling us to dinner." Song Tingfan bent down to retrieve a shoe that a dog had pushed under the bed, gesturing for her to put it on.
Hearing they were going to Song An's house for dinner, Lin Qiao couldn't help but think of Mrs. Song's expression. She didn't want to go, but the antagonist wanted to, so she had to bend down and put on the shoes.
As soon as she stepped out the door, two dogs wagged their tails and approached Lin Qiao. She patted their heads, "Good dogs, I'll get you a big bone later."
Upon hearing "big bone," the two dogs howled happily. The man beside her frowned slightly, glanced at her belly, and instinctively pulled back her hand from petting the dogs, "Don't touch."
Lin Qiao: "..."
He was still the same, so many restrictions.
Before she could react, the man released her hand.
As if she were carrying some kind of virus.
