The Tony Han Chu spoke of was Anthony. Just like how Chinese parents liked to give their children pet names, it was the same for western parents. If possible, the full name would be taken in its short form, and that would become the name used between close family and friends.
From the term of endearment, it was clear that Han Chu was close to the golden retriever; their rate of affection was at least seventy to eighty percent. However, from the Han Chu's tone, it also sounded like the golden retriever was a constant pain in Han Chu's butt.
"I don't remember adding you to my talent storage." Ye Shuang heard the concealed anger through the phone, but behind it, there was a thick sense of helplessness. "I have not sent any headhunting requests your way before, and my computer isn't connected to the internet… So how did you manage to plant your information into my files?"
