Mustering her courage, she raised her hand and touched its head.
Its tail wagged even more joyfully.
Auntie Song came out with a bowl of sweet dumpling soup, "Sixteen belongs to Mr. Fu, he doesn't like interacting with strangers. It must have scared you."
Fu Tingzhou was dressed in ash gray loungewear, freshly washed hair giving him a softer, bulkier look, without the usual coldness, instead conveying a touch of a handsome young man's charm.
Auntie Song said, "I've prepared some late-night snacks. Have some with us, Mr. Fu."
Fu Tingzhou sat at the dining table.
Tang Xi happened to sit opposite him.
From time to time, Sixteen would run over. Although Tang Xi knew it wouldn't hurt her, the sight of such a large dog charging towards her still made her tense up, gripping the spoon in her hand tightly.
In truth, she was quite afraid of dogs.
