The first time I met Yan Zexi, it was not pleasant, especially the smell. In the dark night, Duan Qi was huddled in the trash can, wolfing down a piece of rotten bread. When Yan Zexi tried to take him out, the skinny little cub turned out to be as fierce as a wolf cub. Yan Zexi didn't care about the bloody hand and stubbornly held him in his arms. During this period, he was sucked into his mouth a few more times. The little devil looked quite ferocious, but he kept trembling.