C287 Dogshit's Fate!

In the past, I'd often forget my dreams upon waking. This time was different, though. Maybe it was because the dream kept insisting I remember. While I can't recall every detail, I still have a general sense of what happened.

Jiaojiao looked at Zhibing, who was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed, with a complex expression. This kid usually acted like a little tyrant