A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Huskies are really a very neurotic breed of dog.

Good heavens, who on earth is raising a husky? Gao Tian covered his forehead with both hands.

Before, when the house was empty, the little dog emperor's talent for destroying things couldn't be shown. Now that all the furniture is in place... lol.

In the middle of the night, Gao Tianzheng had the Crown Prince pinned down, intending to have some fun with Huang, when he heard a series of crackling and snapping sounds outside.

Oh dear, is this some kind of evil spirit in our house?

The ear-piercing sound of tearing fabric, the sharp scraping of hard objects against the floor, and the muffled thud of something soft being frantically dragged and tossed about, interspersed with small, excited, and rapid "howls"—it was the devil reveling.

...I can't live like this anymore.

Gao Tian opened the door, slipping on his slippers.

Pushing open the bedroom door, a strange smell, a mixture of dust, saliva, and some indescribable, fermented dog food-like odor, hit him, so strong that he gasped.

As I took my first step, the sole of my slipper smacked me with a "plop" as I stepped into a puddle of wet, slippery liquid that smelled faintly fishy.

The soft-soled fabric slippers on the carpet aren't waterproof, and in less than a second, a cool, damp sensation seeps up from the soles of your feet.

Gao Tian looked down and felt a wave of nausea wash over him, leaving him with only the urge to curse.

Gao Tian: "Damn it."

Blue, peeking out from behind him, said: "Damn."

It's dirty, the Crown Princess is dirty.

This crown princess is no longer acceptable.

Gao Tian kicked off his slippers, forced himself to endure the nausea, walked to the bottom of the stairs, and turned on the living room light.

"Clatter—"

The crystal chandelier in the high-ceilinged hall was lit up.

Bright light poured down.

Gao Tian stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he felt blood rushing from the soles of his feet to the ceiling.

What about their new home?

They just finished renovating their new home, it's such a big place!

I had a huge pile of furniture, now it's all in the trash.

As far as the eye could see, there was a complete mess.

The enormous, expensive black upholstered leather sofa looked as wretched as a whale that had been gutted. A gruesome tear had ripped open the soft, valuable leather, and the snow-white stuffing had been dragged out, clumps here and there, covered with suspicious dark claw marks and wet saliva stains.

The carpet was in even worse condition.

A polar bear had been bitten through, and the latex filling inside was dragged out, leaving a long trail of pieces between the sofa and the TV cabinet. The carpet itself was dragged to the corner, stained with an unidentified liquid, and emitted a faint smell of urine.

Beneath the TV cabinet, the wreckage of the projector lay silently, the lens rolled to the side, the casing shattered, the LCD screen chewed to pieces, and a deep tooth mark in one corner.

The items on the coffee table were not spared either.

The tissues were all dragged out of the box and spread all over the floor. The cups were upside down on the floor. The vase was broken, and there was water and glass shards all over the floor.

The household robot tried to clean up the mess, but found it was impossible to finish. It circled around the middle of the living room a few times, then turned off its screen and became depressed.

The perpetrator sat upright in the very center of the devastating ruins.

The little dog emperor sat upright amidst a pile of cotton wool and scraps of paper, his posture carrying a strange solemnity.

Despite the house being demolished like this, it remains spotless and clean.

The little dog emperor tilted its head slightly, and in its deep blue eyes, which were like fragments of the sky, there was not a trace of guilt or unease, only a sense of entitlement.

It even nudged the dented rubber duck next to it with its paw, making a soft "crunch" sound, as if inviting its owner to join the revelry.

Look at the garbage heap that this emperor has given you, man.

Are you satisfied with your dog's ability to destroy things at home?

"My duck—!" the Crown Prince roared, "When did you steal it from my bathroom?!"

Gao Tian stiffly turned his neck, his gaze sweeping across the ground.

Does anyone have low blood pressure?

Get a husky.

It was treated and healed on the same day.

Gao Tian's gaze was fixed on the unrepentant blue eyes of the little dog emperor, and his temples throbbed.

His gaze slowly moved down and landed on a clothes rack next to him that was covered in dog saliva and teeth marks.

Now I understand why some people would be so cruel as to hit a puppy with a clothes hanger. At this moment, this light and flimsy clothes hanger seems to have been given a heavy, symbolic weight.

"Little Huang." Gao Tian's voice carried a chilling calmness.

He slowly, very slowly, bent down, and gently grasped the wet, slippery clothes rack with his right hand, not even minding the dog's drool, and slowly lifted it off the sofa.

He straightened up, raising the clothes rack high in his right hand as if it were a stick of judgment.

The dog drool clinging to the clothes rack reflected an eerie luster under the bright light. Gao Tian stared at the still indifferent, unrepentant dog in the center of the ruins, uttering each word slowly and deliberately, each syllable as if pulled from an ice cellar:

"Do you know what the original purpose of this thing was for humans?"

"I'll beat you to death!"

"Awooooo?! Awoooo ...

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Finally, Gao Tian sat on the scratched sofa in the living room, holding his head in his hands, listening to the smart home system tally the damaged items and then contact the furniture company to send new furniture.

My head hurts.

Moreover, I have a bad feeling that this is probably not the only time, and there will be many more days like this in the future.

Why the hell did I end up raising a husky?

Huskies are known for destroying things, don't you know that? How could you—!

Ugh.

The Crown Prince sat on the other side of the sofa, while the little dog Emperor, whose bottom had been slapped by the clothes rack, was now twitching between the Crown Prince's legs and the sofa.

Waaaaah, that irresponsible owner is no human being.

It's in a dog's nature to destroy things. How many dogs that are allowed to roam freely at home will not destroy things?

He's so cruel, he actually hit the puppy with a clothes hanger.

"You deserve it." The Crown Prince poked the little dog emperor's head. "Pay me back my little yellow duck."

The little dog emperor pretended not to hear and walked away from behind his legs without looking back.

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These days are no longer special.

Huskies are incredibly stubborn dogs, never admitting defeat or mistakes, and they spend all day destroying the house. Gao Tian thought he had a good temper, but he still heard his dog's roars every day.

"You bastard! Those are my brand new slippers! Spit them out!!!"

Another thunderclap sounded out of nowhere, making the living room chandelier tremble.

The little dog Emperor, carrying a brand-new gray slipper that smelled of fresh fabric, strode confidently across the narrow passage between the coffee table and the TV cabinet.

Its tail wagged so happily, its black and white ears twitched with its triumphant steps, and its blue eyes sparkled with a pure, infuriatingly joyful light.

"Awoo!" she mumbled in response, her little bottom wiggling seductively as she ran even faster, slipper in her mouth.

No, no, no, come and catch me if you dare!