Boss Zheng's banter seemed to relax Qin Sisi's mood. She smiled and said, "I don't know many people, none of whom are suitable. After a lot of consideration, I can only trouble you, Uncle Zheng."
Boss Zheng shook his head gently while laughing. He said, "I can certainly ask around, but the people in my social circle are all antique dealers. I can't guarantee whether I can find a suitable adopter. What breed is your dog?"
"Er... I'm not sure. Here's a photo, please have a look." Qin Sisi took out her phone, displayed Da Huang's photo, and handed it to Boss Zheng.
Boss Zheng smacked his lips and said, "Doesn't look like a valuable breed."
Da Huang was indeed not a high-priced breed, nor was he a common mixed breed dog. He was likely a mix of a pedigree dog and a common breed, which gave him an air of being neither superior nor inferior.
Qin Sisi said, somewhat helplessly: "So, I dare not hope for a wealthy family. I just hope someone is willing to adopt him."
