Four years ago, when he was discharged from the hospital, he asked Xu Ze.
Xu Ze said that he happened to see the dog by the roadside and felt pity, so he brought it home.
Fu Tingzhou didn't believe it because he knew he was not such a good person and did not possess much sympathy.
However, this little thing, tiny as it was, liked to cling to his trousers, looking pitiful and whimperingly, so Fu Tingzhou did not throw Zhouzhou out.
But he held utter contempt for Zhouzhou's name.
What kind of name is Zhouzhou?
Ugly!
But he was too lazy to change it.
He kept it until now, and Zhouzhou has grown a bit, but is still a small dog. Every day when Fu Tingzhou returns from work, Zhouzhou is always the first to greet him.
Way more enthusiastic than his own son.
His son wouldn't even bother to get off the sofa, half-heartedly wagging his tail as if to say 'you're back huh'.
Fu Tingzhou entered the bedroom, changed out of his suit, and put on home clothes.
