By the time Jiang Chuan returned, it was close to midnight.
Looking at the dimly lit luxury villa, Jiang Chuan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, his expression extremely complex. After a long pause, he finally stepped toward the villa.
“Woof…”
“Woof…”
The barking of dogs came from inside the villa. Two Tibetan mastiffs, taller than a person, were baring their fangs at Jiang Chuan, barking continuously, as if at any moment, they would pounce and tear Jiang Chuan into pieces.
Jiang Chuan knew that these two Tibetan mastiffs were acquired by Qiu Qianyu at a great cost, genuine pedigree Tibetan mastiffs, with formidable combat power, capable of taking on a pack of wolves alone.
Even lone wolves would not dare to provoke them easily!
“Roar…”
Jiang Chuan ignored the roar of the mastiffs and continued to walk into the villa. Just then, a deep growl, growing from distant to near, rolled in.
Jiang Chuan’s body shook abruptly, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
“Roar…”
The growl came again.
Following the sound, Jiang Chuan looked, his eyes slightly trembling, filled with disbelief deep in his gaze. He truly couldn’t believe his eyes.
In the darkness, a large white dog slowly emerged.
No!
It wasn’t a big dog.
It was a wolf, a king among wolves, the White Wolf King!
The White Wolf King looked at Jiang Chuan, its blue pupils brimming with excitement and joy, ecstatically rushing toward Jiang Chuan. Too excited, it stumbled and fell.
But the White Wolf King didn’t care, standing up and continuing to run towards Jiang Chuan.
It pounced like a hungry tiger, knocking Jiang Chuan to the ground, extending its tongue to lick Jiang Chuan’s face incessantly, like a little dog reuniting with its beloved owner.


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