"Uncle Zhang doesn't like Dongdong?"
Xue Yuantong gave a soft "Eh?" "Really? He's been trading things with us every day lately. I thought he was a pretty nice guy."
Jiang Ning smiled and patiently explained, "Did you forget about the great wolfhound Uncle Zhang keeps?"
Xue Yuantong fell into thought. Jiang Ning beckoned, and the Black Back Wolfhound came sprinting over from afar with a whoosh, tongue lolling and tail wagging, looking thoroughly fawning.
Though the dog tried its best to appear submissive, even when it seemed to smile, it still bared its teeth and looked exceptionally vicious.
Jiang Ning rubbed the dog's head with his shoe. "Have you forgotten how awful it used to be?"
Xue Yuantong suddenly understood. She remembered when Uncle Zhang had first gotten the wolfhound. It had come right up to them and sniffed around wildly, frightening her and Chuchu so badly they didn't dare move. Even so, Uncle Zhang had merely watched from the side and said it was nothing.
She suddenly recalled how Uncle Zhang used to be a pig butcher, brimming with a menacing air and speaking in a booming voice. She had always considered him hard to get along with. Yet ever since Jiang Ning had competed with him in arm wrestling...
Uncle Zhang had abruptly changed. He had become especially easygoing, and without realizing it, Xue Yuantong had changed her impression of him.
Thinking of this, Xue Yuantong instinctively looked at Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning said nothing. Most of the time, bad people did not become good; they simply ran into someone worse than themselves. After that arm-wrestling match, Uncle Zhang had probably decided Jiang Ning was on his level, which was why he had become easier to talk to.
Seeing how calm and composed Jiang Ning was, Xue Yuantong