Old Qi limped along, his whitened clothes patched all over.
The honest, simple face was furrowed with wrinkles due to old age, looking pitiable.
In his arms, he cradled a small dog that seemed to be just over a year old, its big eyes swirling around as it looked like it knew its owner was pleading with Yan Yueqing, watching her with almost an ingratiating gaze.
Before Yueqing could even speak, Old Qi's face turned red with embarrassment.
"Boss Yan, I'm getting on in years, and I've got a bum leg. It's hard to find work out there, and who knows, maybe one day I won't be able to support myself... I can be a vagrant, but I don't want Xiao Huang to become a stray dog... I heard you bought this piece of land to start an Animal Base for strays. Could I ask you to let Xiao Huang stay here?"
He had just been rejected along with a few old coworkers.
Ever since the milk powder factory shut down, Old Qi and the others had lost their source of income.
