Wang Ergou took the stage to sing.
Making the already lively Late Night Returnee Bar even more explosive.
"Bravo!"
"President Dog sings well!"
"Boss Dog sings well!"
"Encore, encore!"
Such reactions were expected.
Because this talking husky is now a big internet celebrity in Jiang City, and considered a pet of the street, with quite a reputation and fan base.
Many who run shops here or live nearby know the Dog. Ever since the new era dawned, people's ability to embrace fresh things has grown daily. So what if there's a husky that can talk and sing?
Even if the Dog's voice sounds as bad as a broken gong.
But it's a dog, after all; you can't expect a dog to sing like Jacky Cheung or Andy Lau, right? If a dog could sing like that, how could anyone else carry on with their lives?
Er Gou smelled the boss's scent.
He stopped singing and quickly left the stage, stepping down.
"Ouch ouch ouch."
"It hurts, it hurts!"
"Spare me, boss, spare me!"
