The Golden Retriever was being a nuisance, still trying to push forward.
"What's wrong?" Ding Yuwei came over, glancing at the man in sunglasses as she asked.
With the command, Celestial Skill finally calmed down, squatting and looking up at Shen Xin in confusion.
Shen Xin waved his hand, saying it was nothing. "Sorry," he said to the man in sunglasses. "Are you all right?"
The man in sunglasses shook his head to show he was fine, tugged on the Golden Retriever's leash, and walked past the pair.
The Golden Retriever resisted, but the man's grip was powerful, and the dog was dragged away, its paws scrambling against the pavement.
In his earpiece, Yang Zeran was asking Shen Xin what was happening. Why wasn't he following the script? His performance had been so good a moment ago—why did he suddenly freeze up and ruin it completely?
Ding Yuwei shot him a questioning glance.
At that moment, Shen Xin's mind was still buzzing.
'Five days!'
