When Dong Miao woke up, it was already after midnight. He must have been a little frightened and couldn't speak for a long time.
He lay beside the heater to warm himself and his gaze was listless.
"Is this really a human?" Fu Shi sized up the poodle for a long time. Seeing that it didn't speak, he felt that something was amiss.
No matter how one looked at it, it was a dying puppy. It didn't look like it had intelligence at all.
"This is the eldest young master of Morning Entertainment Company, Dong Miao." Shen Chun smiled and said with a hint of sarcasm, "He had some bad karma previously, so he's in trouble now."
"Morning Entertainment Company, Dong Miao?" Fu Shi stared at the dog in disbelief. "My corporation is their biggest shareholder."
At this moment, tears began to flow from the dog's eyes and it used all its strength to bark at Shen Chun.
—'Fortune teller, please save me! I don't want to be a dog.'
