Xia Siyu snorted in disdain, "Come on, you're at most an Erha."
"I am not!"
"You are!" The two bickered like elementary school students for a long time. Wang Zisu, still unconvinced, asked again, "Then you tell me, if it were Bo Yan, what kind of dog would he be?"
It was just the driver and their two groups of guests in the car. Qin Baizhou had been silent all along, but when he heard the words "Bo Yan," he couldn't help but glance over at her.
