Translator: Aran

  “You good-for-nothing……”


  Ye Qingyu was almost speechless.

  The silly dog Little Nine, who had just awakened, was squatting on the ground with an endearingly silly and innocent look, head drooping low, like he had done something wrong.

  After awakening, Little Nine’s body was much bigger than before. He was now probably the size of a normal five- or six-year-old puppy, and his forelimbs, which originally looked a bit handicapped and atrophic, seem..