Gu Jianlin was a bit surprised when he suddenly heard a dog bark.
Under the cherry blossom tree, there was actually a wooden doghouse. A Golden Retriever barked at him, stood up on its legs, and ran over, wagging its fluffy big tail, seemingly quite excited.
This was a very old dog, its fur no longer bright and shiny but rather mottled and sparse, and it ran with a sense of old age as if it might fall apart at any moment. But it still held on, running over, its dark eyes gleaming with immense joy, even letting out a whimpering sound.
Anyone who has raised a dog knows that this is the behavior they show when rushing to their owner.
The subordinates of the Si Family wanted to shoo the dog away, but the old man stopped them.
