‘Maybe I’m imagining things, but didn’t the quantity of spiritual qi in the building increase?’ Song Shuhang thought while moving toward the fridge.
And just as he took a few snacks and was planning to heat them up with the microwave oven, Doudou quietly squatted down on a side and looked at him with a playful look in his eyes.
Song Shuhang had seen this look several times. Therefore, he was particularly sensitive to it.
Is there something wrong with what I’m doing now?
He looked at the snacks in his hand and at his attire... it didn’t seem that there was anything wrong.
"Doudou, if you have something to say, just say it, ok?" Song Shuhang helplessly said.
"It’s nothing. I’m just very interested in seeing how you’re planning to heat up those snacks with the ‘microwave oven’." Doudou said with a grin, and making a grin with the appearance of a pekingese must have been quite the task for him.
