'BOOHOO... Thirty million! If I accepted, I'd be set for life, but...' At the thought of the Future Pet Shop's requirements, Shen Yibin felt his mood plummet. 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, he had no choice but to give up and focus on finding a suitable owner for Cheeky!
'Damn it! Why don't I even have the right to set the price? If I did, I could make a fortune even after selling Cheeky. Not like now, where I only get a ten percent commission on his value. Ugh, it's so depressing just thinking about it!'
