Li Shanchun's eyes were filled with fear as he looked at the receptionist: "Did I come to the wrong place?"
The receptionist shrugged helplessly, "No, you came to the right place. Your uncle said that from now on, you'll be trained here. This is a special training team arranged for you."
Li Shanchun hadn't had a haircut in two months, and his untrimmed hair was a mass of pure woolen curls.
His curly hair bristled, his whole body stiff, with his uncle having completely betrayed him.
He turned to leave, but the receptionist closed the door, "Get along well."
Su Xiaocai was petting Huahua, whose sleeping posture was especially neat, lying on the ground like a cat pancake.
Seeing that Huahua wasn't on alert, Su Xiaocai sized up Li Shanchun and said in a commanding tone, "Come here."
Feeling weak and vulnerable, Li Shanchun looked around, finding no way to escape.
Su Xiaocai repeated, "Come here."
Reluctantly, he shuffled over to Su Xiaocai.
