"Ning Shuo, you are just a lost dog, a wild dog that died on the roadside without anyone watching. You should have died on that cold night in Tokyo five years ago. Why did I drink too much and pick you up, a scum like you?"
Ning Shuo shook off his hand, raised an eyebrow at him, and smiled disgustedly: "To be honest, your scolding is not unpleasant enough. Why, you don't even need your brother to teach you how to scold people."
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Ning Shuo, a wild dog, was buried three times in his life. The first time was on a snowy day in Tokyo, and the second time was at Vanity Fair in Nanjing. The first two times he met a soft-hearted owner who picked him up, and the third time was when he was buried in the abandoned heart of his lover.
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3. Ning Shuo is Gong, Xu Zhuo is Shou, Gong is three years older than Shou.
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