Seeing the change in Brian's expression, Susan sensed something was wrong.
She quickly hugged Shi San's dog head, worrying, "What's wrong with Shi San?"
Brian irritably patted Shi San's dog head, "If I had to describe it, Shi San currently feels like he's been indulging relentlessly for half a month without any rest. If it weren't for his consistently excellent nourishment, he'd probably have dropped dead by now."
This foolish dog, his body in such a state, yet he only came to us when he could barely hold on anymore.
Upon hearing 'dropped dead,' tears suddenly streamed down Shi San's face.
Sniffling and torn between fear and reluctance, he sobbed, "Woo, Big Dog, under Shi San's bed, I've buried a passbook with over two million saved for living expenses. When Shi San dies, Big Dog, remember to take it out, woo woo..."
"Oh oh, don't cry don't cry..."
Susan soothed Shi San as if comforting a child, then she anxiously looked at Brian, "Brian..."
