945 Little Zhezhe!

The shop owner was so frightened by his fierce gaze that he turned to unlock the door without any questions or rebuttals!

He thought, Does this man have to look so fierce? It's as if I owed him millions!

I merely own a pet shop; I can't have offended anyone, right?

What a scary man! Surely, he's not from the triads, is he? If I don't open the door, will he shoot me to death?!

Hence, the owner, who was intending to return home for dinner, was forced to stay in the shop and conduct a thorough examination on a puppy.

It was lucky that it had complete limbs and was healthy despite being abandoned. Being three months old, it would not grow much bigger as it came from a small breed of canine.

It was a cute, little Pomeranian.

Drenched from the rain, it seemed to have caught a slight cold.

After the doctor bathed the puppy, trimmed its fur, injected a vaccine shot and removed fleas from its body, the task was finally completed!

Hugging the clean puppy, Yun Shishi looked intently at it and found it adorable with those big bright eyes, beautiful fur, and pointed ears.

It was really adorable!

Only then was she satisfied.

Mu Yazhe moved to leave after dropping the money, but the boss was an honest man. Seeing that he had been overpaid, he could not help voicing out, "Sir, your payment has a surplus!"

The man turned back to glare at the pet-shop owner. "Take it and cut the nonsense."

As if answering to a commander's order in the army, the owner smartly replied, "Yes!"

Yun Shishi was finally satisfied then. Seeing that the doggie was all well, she was naturally in a good mood. She busied herself on the second floor with the supplies from the pet shop and managed to get the dog house done.

She felt warm at the sight of the dog house; thus, she happily placed the puppy in it. It could not adapt to its new surroundings at first, but not long after, it settled in the bed that she had made for it.

She excitedly fed it some food thereafter. Only after she had fiddled with things on the second floor did she reluctantly come down.

Just as she stepped down the stairs, she heard the uneasy cries of the puppy. Perhaps losing its sense of security when she went away or perhaps it was afraid of the dark like herself, it started whining and whimpering again.

She panicked at its pitiful cries, turning back repeatedly with every step. In the end, she could not ignore it and ran back to the dog house, loudly calling, "Little Zhezhe!"

Little Zhezhe. This seemed to be what she had named the pup!

Mu Yazhe, who was reading the financial newspaper on the sofa, turned livid at this.

Need this woman give that stray doggie such a name? It's irking!

That woman is too much, too. She only has that bit of time left after her work; now, that stupid doggie is taking some of it!

I don't know what's so good about that d*mn puppy. Is it as handsome, rich, and manly as I am?