Brother Spice Ginger was an old hand in Jianghu, naturally full of cunning schemes. Anyone else seeing his loyalty might have been easily fooled by him.
But he had encountered Hao Jian, whose apparent simplicity concealed great wisdom. How could his trivial tricks ever deceive Hao Jian?
Brother Spice Ginger lowered his head deeply, fearing that a single show of displeasure from Hao Jian could lead to his demise.
The atmosphere also fell silent. It was exactly this kind of silence that made Brother Spice Ginger feel terrified and uneasy, for he couldn't figure out what Hao Jian's current attitude was.
After what seemed like a few minutes, just as Brother Spice Ginger was at his limit, Hao Jian finally spoke, "From now on, you're my dog!"
"Huh?" Brother Spice Ginger was momentarily stunned as he lifted his head, and then a look of ecstatic joy spread across his face. Had Hao Jian actually accepted him? What was the reason for this? Could it be that he wasn't angry?