Jiang Xiaorou didn't care whether Shen Yancheng was angry or not. She was just being willful—let's see what he'd do about it! Heh heh!
"Fine."
Shen Yancheng finally squeezed out one word from between his teeth. Although it sounded reluctant, as long as he said "fine," it meant it was truly fine.
"Old Shen, you said it yourself. No take-backs, or you're a puppy." Jiang Xiaorou was ecstatic.
Who would've thought this trick could actually work on Shen Yancheng? If she had known earlier, she would have used it long ago—Duoduo's illness might have been cured by now!
"Old Shen?" Shen Yancheng frowned. This nickname—did it make him sound old?
Usually, it was Xiang Yang, that thoughtless brat, who had the nerve to call him that. Now even Jiang Xiaorou had picked it up?
"Old Shen, from now on, I'm going to be your buddy. For Duoduo, let's work hard together!" Jiang Xiaorou lifted her arm and hooked it around Shen Yancheng's neck, striking a particularly boyish pose.