Song Sinian was beginning to understand what the word "dislike" might almost take physical form as.
For example, this dog.
He wasn't sure if he had been staring at "Jack" for too long or if the look in his eyes was a bit too clear.
Lu Zhaozhao quickly noticed his odd behavior.
"Mr. Song, would you like to pet Jack too?" she asked with a beaming smile, her eyes shimmering as if with starlight.
He found it difficult to refuse her suggestion, so he just nodded in acquiescence.
But when he raised his hand, he distinctly felt the Doberman's immediate intention to resist.
A flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes as he stared intently at it, seemingly ready to punish the dog at the slightest attempt to dodge.
The Doberman dog shivered decisively and lay flat, allowing Song Sinian to manhandle it.
Seeing this, Lu Zhaozhao reached out to rub the Doberman's belly and said with a smile, "Mr. Song, it seems like he likes you a lot!"
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