When he was seventeen years old, Ji Qingye met a dirty stray dog. The gray puppy was obviously about to die, but its eyes were still astonishingly bright. It waved its not-too-sharp claws in an attempt to drive away the bad guy. Ji Qingye rarely felt compassion and took it home, but he did not expect that it was an unfamiliar wolf cub that wanted to bite its owner.
Then I can only pull out your teeth and let you be a good dog.
Xie Chen lowered his head and lowered his eyes and kissed the back of Ji Qingye's white hand. It was a gesture of complete surrender, and he voluntarily crowned him the king. He said in a low voice, Master, I am your dog, and I will always be.
Mission: harmonious society, equality for all