'Sob... thirty million! If I agreed, I'd be set for life. But...' When he thought of the Future Pet Shop's requirements, Shen Yibin felt dejected all over again. There were only about eighty days left before the three-month deadline. If he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison, his only choice was to give up on this dream and hurry up to find a suitable owner for Rascal!
'Damn it, why don't I even have the right to set the price? If I did, I could make a fortune from selling Rascal. It's not like now, where I can only get a ten-percent commission on his sale price. Ugh, just thinking about it is so depressing!'
