"Did you hear that?" Qin Kang asked again.
"I heard it, I heard it!" The little lion shouted impatiently.
"But I have to tell you, I'm just helping you, but I don't want to be a slave of you Central Plains people!"
"Don't worry, you are not a slave." Qin Kang paced back to the wisteria flower stand.
"Name."
"No name!"
"... Then think of something later. Age."
"I don't know!"
"······"
"Parents and relatives."
"No!"
"······"
"The Qin Mansion will be your refuge from now on. As for what you need to do... Han Xing, go and ask a teacher to come to your home."
"Yes." Han Xing bowed his head and accepted the order.
"You, learn how to read with the teacher first, it will be useful later. My name is Qin Kang, this is the Qin Mansion, do you remember?"
"Okay!" The little lion patted his chest, "I promise I can learn it well! Before I think of a name, you can call me... Call me Golden Retriever Lion King!"
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