Arc 3 (10). The florists are bitches.

Li Huan side glanced at the huge, black dog tied near them and shuddered.

He felt threatened in the most crucial way.

Zhao Fang was standing a few feet away from him, trying to convince the victim.

The victim's name was Kai Zhi, an athlete.

Kai Zhi had a huge race today and his nerves were getting the best of him.

Zhao Fang was talking with the anxious Kai Zhi because Li Huan's patience was too low to ever console the guy slowly.

But his fear of dogs proved to him that consoling a nervous guy slowly was better then getting stared at by the huge dog.

Li Huan did not know the dog's breed (because why the fuck would he do research on the animal that he's most afraid from?) But he knew that the dog's target was him.

Li Huan walked forward and raised a brow at Zhao Fang

Zhao Fang rubbed his neck before speaking.

"He's not budging"

"..." Li Huan looked towards Kai Zhi, but all he saw was a nervous wreck mumbling something incoherent.