The question prompted the dog to nearly bite its tongue, and only then did it dawn on him that Lin Suqing might already know something. There was no chance of deceiving, and secrets couldn't be kept hidden, so it could only weigh whether to acknowledge or deny.
In a standoff, during their gaze, both eyes were competitive. The dog felt annoyed; Lin Suqing's gaze was too brazen, too blatant! There was no need to guess to clearly feel his intention—I almost already know. Whether you speak or not depends on how you view our relationship, or perhaps there is no relationship, and you're just following orders.
Feeling aggrieved was exactly why it felt constrained by Lin Suqing, feeling suffocated even if it spoke.
"Why do you always pick on those close to you?" The dog said, brows knitted and eyes ablaze.
"Who said that?" Lin Suqing countered.
The dog lifted its chin, staring down at him: "I did, I just said it."
"You're right."