Yan Zhengchen reached out to pat Gong Lu's shoulder and said meaningfully, "He thinks we're a couple."
Gong Lu almost bit his tongue as his earlobes turned red.
"My father would never think that way. You've misunderstood him," Gong Lu said without hesitation.
Yan Zhengchen shrugged, implying that he was helpless as well.
Gong Lu didn't want to continue on this topic and looked at the cute little puppy again.
It was a black Labrador that looked like a black chunk of coal.
"Have you thought of a name for it?" Yan Zhengchen asked.
"Let's call it Charcoal," Gong Lu said casually.
"This name is not bad. It's high-end, classy, and suits its image very well. We'll name it Charcoal," Yan Zhengchen said seriously.
The casually joking Gong Lu was speechless.
Yan Qingqing was stunned, too.
She couldn't see how the name "Charcoal" was high-end and classy.
