The corners of the large white dog's mouth were so raised, they could hook up a kettle, as he said, "Don't lump me in with those people!"
"Did I say you?" Gu Nuan seemed to glance back at him intentionally.
He leaned close to her face, a finger gently sliding across the corner of her mouth, "What, you also want to hide private money like the old lady? I'll give you as much as you want. I'll definitely make you feel secure for life."
Mrs. Zhou entered the room and walked into her own bedroom, pulling out a heavy suitcase from under the bed. It was one of those extravagantly luxurious rattan wood suitcases from decades ago, which now looked obviously outdated.
After opening the suitcase, she took out a photo frame and gently touched its surface with her fingers, continuing to touch it until her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she cursed, "Beast! He's really a beast—"
