The Power of Knowledge

Wang Baole cleared his throat, and with his arms behind his back, he glanced at the surroundings. He wanted to say something, but after noticing that the donkey had made the feet of the furniture wet through licking, leaving a puddle of its saliva on the floor, a feeling of expecting better from someone arose in his heart.

As Jin Duoming was descending from the second floor, Wang Baole kicked the donkey while Jin Duoming wasn't paying attention. He then raised his head to look at Jin Duoming, smiling while nodding.

"Yeah, it's a little shabby indeed," Wang Baole said approvingly. The donkey he just kicked immediately straightened its ears, looking innocently at Wang Baole. Its eyes uncontrollably drifted towards the table at the side.