That was not possible. Song Changlin was not the type of person who liked to show off. Moreover, he would probably be more careful based on his current status.
"Your rich husband came last night." The owner paused for a moment to think. "The smart kid from primary school back then came over to buy two boxes of dumplings without onions. Didn't he buy them for you?"
Lin Yiqian was about to ponder further upon the fact that Gu Nianshen had bought her dumplings when a languorous voice was heard by the entrance. "Mister, my dog loved your dumplings. Give me two more boxes. Don't forget that dogs can't eat onions."
The owner suddenly felt awkward.
As he turned to look at Lin Yiqian, he chuckled to himself.
'I'm sorry, lady. I didn't mean to call you a dog. It did not occur to me that you shared the common trait of not eating onions with your dog. It just so happened that your husband was the one who had made the purchase.' He thought.
