Han Jinlu sneered and said, "Are you stupid? That's a dog, not a cat. Do you think it's interested in yarn?"
With that, Han Jinlu snatched the scarf back from Han Jintian. He looked at Feng Qing and asked, "Qingqing, what's this dog's name?"
Feng Qing replied as she performed the acupuncture, "Its name is March, and it's a Labrador. In a few days, it will be a father. Its wives should give birth to a good little dog for it."
At the side, Han Jintian grabbed the finishing line and said, "Wives? It got a few wives as a dog?"
Feng Qing released the silver needle in her hand and gestured at Han Jintian. "It has a total of nine wives now. I wonder if it will fool around outside in the future."
Han Jintian clicked his tongue and said, "Ha, amazing. Your dog can even breed nine wives."
