The owner always thinks I'm a dog

At ten o'clock in the morning of the next day, the three frames circled around Zhouzhou, who was obediently standing in a military posture, in a bored manner.

"Zhouzhou, Zhouzhou, don't practice, just play with me!"

Zhou Zhou stood up straighter, puffed out his cheeks and said seriously, "No, I will practice if the little master asks me to practice. Everything the little master says makes sense!"

The three frames frantically fell down and hit his ass, "You dog slave! Dog slave!"

Zhouzhou pursed his lips and snorted, ignored him, and continued to stand upright like a gun.

The three frames drifted silently to the coffee table, where a children's picture book was spread out, with a little yellow chicken and a red-haired fox painted vividly.

"Mr. Chicken, no! "——This is the name of the picture book, and the three frames feel that this name is really dirty.