And what he was listening to attentively was that perfectly smooth and round voice, his eyebrows rising bit by bit in response to that voice, while his other hand gently patted the dog beside him.
"Hey, Pug, did you hear that, this voice?"
The Pug, looking bored, tucked in his head, not making a sound, seemingly accustomed to his master's monologues.
After listening in this manner for a good while, the woman beside him finally couldn't take it anymore and shook his arm coquettishly: "Master Tang, won't you buy me some flowers? I think the tulips that woman just bought are really pretty."
The voice outside the car window had already vanished, as if a captivating piece of music had abruptly come to an end. Master Tang's complexion suddenly turned cold, glancing at the beautiful woman, and said coldly, "Annie, you can get lost now."
The woman was startled for a moment.
