Gu Xiaoer was lost in thought, while Han Luoli was puzzled over her saying "marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog."
"You little rascal, who are you calling a chicken and a dog? Can't you find a nicer way to put it?" Han Luoli playfully pinched her nose as if punishing her.
Gu Xiaoer wriggled into Han Luoli's arms, surrendering, "I'm a dog, I'm a dog, isn't that enough?"
It's just a metaphor, yet Da Luoluo takes it so seriously!
"That's more like it!"
Gu Xiaoer pouted; after all, being born in the year of the dog, she didn't mind saying that about herself.
"Da Luoluo, do you have any thoughts? Should we go back to the family or something?" Gu Xiaoer persisted with her earlier question, as if determined to get to the bottom of it.
The man calmly shook his head, "Baby, we don't need to go back to the Han Family or deal with anyone there. If you have any thoughts, feel free to tell me, I'll listen to you."
