Chapter 92 But You Have to Listen to Me

Quietly, Cynthia watched as Benjamin sat obediently on the floor with a small pile of toys in front of him. In contrast, Benjamin was staring at her excitedly as stars twinkled in his eyes, which were filled with pride and anticipation, as though telling her that he was really amazing and she should play with him. However, Cynthia held her forehead silently, feeling that his expression right now was exactly the same as a golden retriever that had just returned with a frisbee in a park. No, based on his good looks, Benjamin is more like a samoyed.