Xia Yangyang felt awkward.
Gu Zhaohan arrived and she hadn't noticed.
Xia Yangyang got up and sat again on the swing chair, "How did you come here?"
"I just returned from taking Oscar for a walk. Oscar has the habit of frolicking in the backyard upon return. By the way, you're sitting on Oscar's swing."
Xia Yangyang quickly stood up.
But the smile on Gu Zhaohan's face became more apparent.
It was then that Xia Yangyang realized Gu Zhaohan was teasing her.
A golden retriever doesn't swing.
Xia Yangyang glared at Gu Zhaohan.
Gu Zhaohan came over, sat on the stone bench under the pagoda tree. As he was brushing Oscar, he asked, "Why are you here all alone, looking gloomy? Where's your uncle?"
"He's chatting with your mother, I came down for a breather."
Then there was a long silence.
If it was before, whenever Xia Yangyang was with Gu Zhaohan, she would always chatter non-stop. Gu Zhaohan would just listen and occasionally ask a few questions.