"Gong Beiming, did you hide my dog?"
"Chi Xiaoyu, can't you phrase that less aggressively? Am I that kind of person?"
Chi Xiaoyu gave him a once-over and scoffed, "You are!"
Gong Beiming was also annoyed enough to have a face full of black lines.
Casually, he pointed ahead, and Chi Xiaoyu's gaze followed.
There, in the park opposite the movie theater, among the flowers, she spotted a large dog head poking out, staring right at her.
If that wasn't Oscar, then who was it?
This little rascal was really too much, playing in the park right across from her, and no matter how long she called, he didn't respond. This damn temperament of his was becoming more and more like Gong Beiming's.
Anxiously, she ran over, "Oscar, come out! You're going to get bitten by bugs hiding in the bushes..."
After calling twice, Oscar still refused to come out, and moreover, something seemed to be rustling in the bushes.
