Lu Jiaqiao has a secret: she can understand what every animal is thinking.
After her divorce, she opened an unassuming “pet psychology clinic.”
The people who came to her were all sorts:
Her first client was a wealthy woman seeking help for her depressed Ragdoll cat. Lu Jiaqiao heard the cat say, “My poor human. Every day, the man of the house hides his secret savings in the master bedroom closet to support his mistress.” Lu Jiaqiao promptly helped the wealthy woman tear into the scumbag and walk away with half his multimillion fortune.
Her second client was an anti-drug police officer with a retired police dog. The dog whimpered, “Tell the captain the bomb wasn’t an accident. The mole is the deputy captain...” Lu Jiaqiao quietly submitted the evidence, helping crack a shocking case.
Then one day, the notorious cold-blooded and violent heir of the capital’s elite arrived at the clinic entrance with a ferocious Tibetan Mastiff.
The dog wagged its tail wildly. “Qiaoqiao! My dad’s had a crush on you for three years! He even changed into your favorite color of underwear today. Go for it already!”
The heir’s ears turned bright red. He clamped a hand over the dog’s mouth and gritted his teeth. “Dr. Lu, perhaps we could discuss the diagnosis and, while we’re at it... get married?”
