Super Uncle

Xiao Quan glanced at the watchdog at the gate, with a pointed muzzle, flat ears standing upright. It was clearly a Chinese native breed. It seemed that this era had much to do with ancient China, but Xiao Quan still wasn't sure what dynasty it was.,The little servant was indignant, and Xiao Quan's eyes grew cold when he heard it. He let out a cold snort.,Xiao Quan didn't want to cause trouble, after all, he was a stranger in this place. Besides, the original owner seemed to be of low status and had no social connections. A wise man knows when to yield, so Xiao Quan bowed: "Brother, please calm down. I will definitely do as you say."。