"Wulong!"
The large black dog leaped over the fence, its tail spinning like a little fan, instantly turning the rain into a cold mist.
Liang Qu's palm was left sticky and gooey from being licked.
After not seeing him for more than a month, Wulong had grown even bigger, indistinguishable from a small calf, beyond the means of ordinary families to raise.
Aside from Wulong growing a size larger,
everything else at home remained unchanged.
First, he went to the west wing to greet his master, then took a hot bath to wash off the exhaustion of the journey.
After changing his clothes, Liang Qu felt it was about time, and returned to the third floor of the Fishing Tax Office.
The door to the study was open.
Jian Zhongyi and Xu Yuelong were on the third floor, apparently discussing the construction of the island.
Liang Qu stood at the doorway and saluted with clasped hands.
"Magistrate, Prefectural Governor."
