This place is where Zhao Hu always comes. After entering Chunxiangyuan, the old bustard immediately greets him. Then Zhao Hu quickly embraces him left and right, enters the best private room here and enjoys the Spring Festival Night.

The nearly two-metre-high Thunderdragon was standing outside the room, guarding the door for Zhao Hu.

In places like this, the same is true of Thunder Long, who has been here many times and is familiar with the road by light cars. Zhao Hu, his master, did not come once in three days, and he was very upset.

At this time, a dark shadow, standing in the shelter outside Chunxiang Courtyard, quietly waiting...