Chapter 170: Chapter 169: I'm Waiting for That Little Guy

The denial from the person fated for her sparked another round of discussion among the Live Broadcast Room audience for Mianmian.

[How could it not be possible? If our Little Auntie says it's possible, then it's possible.]

[Brother, it's been ten years. If your dog reincarnated right away, it'd be ten years old by now. Maybe it really is your Maomao.]

[How about checking for birthmarks? I've seen a video clip where someone's dog passed away, and after 8 years they got a new dog, and that dog developed the same birthmark.]

Everyone was clamoring to give advice to the person fated for her, but he still furrowed his brows in dismay.

The slim white dog circled around his feet, excitedly sniffing his scent, yet he didn't bend down to pet it.

"That's all I can say," Mianmian upheld the principle her dad had told her that when selling something you should make the buyer happy, and asked, "How about it? Want to chat more with Mianmian?"