"Then I can give you a little red ball and laugh at the clown."
Ji Jue rolled his eyes and chose not to speak further.
Expecting ivory from this old dog, there's clearly something wrong with my brain.
He waved his hand and stood up to leave.
After reaching the doorway, he turned back again, snatched up the fruit platter on the table, and carried it away—he came here, how could he leave empty-handed?
Do you even understand the fruit you're eating?
After leaving a gesture of blessing, he turned around and departed.
Then, half an hour later at the Association's award ceremony, he once again saw that detestable face.
"Young one, keep it up."
The Heavenly Furnace extended a hand, patting the dog's head with a smile in front of everyone, "Keep striving, don't slack off."
Then, under everyone's witness, he placed a purple-gold crown of glory upon Ji Jue's head.
