Incompetent, Rotten Thing!

In the evening, Zhou Chao and the others were having dinner in the villa's dining room.

"Boss, have you thought of a name for this little guy?" Lin Wu looked at the small tiger, who was busy gnawing on bones on the table.

"I just randomly gave him a name, Shanjun!" Zhou Chao said while holding a large piece of roasted ribs and eating.

Hearing the name Zhou Chao gave to the little tiger, Lin Wu's face showed a hint of surprise. "Shanjun, boss, isn't the alias of a tiger already Shanjun?"

"Yeah, but mainly because I couldn't think of any other name. Shanjun's name sounds quite imposing, doesn't it, Shanjun?" Zhou Chao looked at the tiger gnawing on the bone and said.

The little tiger seemed to understand Zhou Chao calling it, lifting its head and let out a couple of roars towards everyone.