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"He asked you to go?"

Fu Yanchen hung up the phone.

Jiang Jiamian, who was sitting beside him holding the dog and rambling nonsense, had clearly overheard the conversation.

Seeing the golden retriever in his arms, Fu Yanchen frowned and moved to tug it away. "Jiamian, dogs can carry parasites. You really shouldn't be holding it like that."

It wasn't that he was being petty, jealous even of a dog.

It's just… this dog was weird.

Its expressions, its behavior, there were moments when it looked at him with something too human.

Sometimes, when it silently exchanged glances with Jiang Jiamian, it genuinely felt like they were having a silent conversation.

So no, it wasn't about jealousy. This dog was just creepy.

Jiang Jiamian raised an eyebrow and hugged the dog tighter, smirking. "I vaccinate him regularly. He's been with me for years. Many, many, many years."

Too many to count.