The Old Southern King's eyes flickered slightly, then he burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, remember, of course I remember! It was a white dog, I rescued it by the roadside, it was almost frozen to death in the snow when I encountered it."
"Hmm!" Qin Chuan's eyes lit up, as if he saw hope, he continued to ask: "Then...brother, do you remember how big that dog was?"
The Old Southern King patted his forehead and said uncertainly: "That dog wasn't very big, probably because it had been wandering for a long time, not getting enough to eat, so it was a bit smaller than an ordinary dog."
"Brother, you remember everything?!" Qin Zi looked at him, asking with surprise.
"Hmm, I remembered some things."
The Old Southern King seized the opportunity, showing a gentle smile on his face, also feeling relieved in his heart — he did not expect to get through it so easily with such luck!
However, at this moment!