Song Chuyi walked over, and when he saw Robben, his face became black.
Forget about Lolita—she had grown a lot and looked just like a wolfdog, while Robben, who used to look suave, had gained so much weight that his neck almost disappeared. "How did he get so fat?"
Changqing stroked Robben's fat chin embarrassedly. "That just means that the food at our house is good. Auntie Zhang always feeds them this and that from time to time, and I often take them out for supper as well, so he got fat. However, he's still quite cute. Right, Robben?"
Robben barked twice at her proudly.
Song Chuyi's face was completely black. He said coldly, "Lose weight. Wait for me to come back and help him lose weight."
Robben hung his head immediately, looking like an aggrieved child.
Changqing's heart ached for him. She could already sense that the coming days for Robben would be very tough.