The small white dog licked her palm with a pitiful whine and wagged its tail.
"At least we've got a Big Sponsor, otherwise we'd be left to the mercy of the northwest winds," Si Fuqing sighed.
Spurred by hope, the small white dog suddenly began to howl excitedly.
"You want to go straight into a gold mine to feast, do you?" Si Fuqing slapped its head, "Don't even think about it, rebel girl!"
The small white dog snorted and lazily sunbathed after flipping over.
In its heart, it had already decided that if the Big Sponsor wanted to bring its dog owner home, the only way to pass this hurdle would be to present it with an inexhaustible gold mine.
Perfect.
"Miss Si!" Feng San hurried over, "Miss Si, someone from the Intercontinental Research Institute is here to see you."
"Hmm?" Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes and stood up.
