Super Uncle

Xiao Quan's brows furrowed. Clearly, being thrown next to horse manure was a stark contrast to the splendor of the red lanterns and candles, yet here it was.,Xiao Quan glanced at the watchdog at the gate, with a pointed muzzle, flat ears standing upright. It was clearly a Chinese native breed. It seemed that this era had much to do with ancient China, but Xiao Quan still wasn't sure what dynasty it was.,The servant girl saw Xiao Quan lost in thought, shook her head, turned away, and set down the bucket of grain before leaving. A servant like him didn't even need to sleep in the kitchen. This nephew-in-law had no status or prospects at the Qin family, so there was no need to please him.。