The man quickly walked up to him, punched his shoulder, and said with a face full of joy, "Whoa, I said it was you, but they insisted it wasn't. My eyes are sharper after all. What are you doing here?"
He glanced to the side and saw the Golden Retriever next to Adam Sinclair's leg, touched it with his foot, "Whose dog is this? It's so fat, what on earth does it eat to get so big? Is this a cow? Hahaha."
Adam Sinclair furrowed his brow slightly, unobtrusively blocking in front of the dog, indifferently said, "It eats dog food."
"No way, this is your dog? Don't you dislike furry animals? Why did you suddenly get a dog?" The man looked shocked, like his jaw was going to drop, and confirmed several times in a row.
Adam Sinclair was already impatient to waste time with him and replied casually, "My girlfriend likes it. This is my girlfriend's dog."
Austin Harper, who was abruptly stuffed with a mouthful of public display of affection, immediately fell silent.
