When they heard the name Zhang Wanguo, Famous and Old Time Tea turned to look at each other. Zhang Zian had mentioned this name to them before. Zhang Wanguo had sold a problematic Teacup puppy to some rich woman, and had caused a lot of issues.
Zheng shoved the cigarettes in his pocket, and pushed the dining cart around the corner. He walked toward a row of sheds further in the farm.
Under the dim lighting, the cart ran over a brick and violently clanged against it. Bang! One of the black garbage bags fell onto the floor.
The head of a dead Yorkie stuck out from the top of the bag.
"F**k, what a nasty smell! And it's so heavy!" Zheng covered his nose with his arm, picked up the garbage bag, and threw it back on the dining cart.
When he reached the sheds, he knocked on one of the doors.
"Who is it?" someone asked from inside.
"It's Zheng! I'm delivering medicine for some people!" replied Zheng loudly.
