It was a large yellow dog, with one eye having an issue, while the other intact eye looked at Mabel Quinn with a hint of aloofness. With such obvious features, Mabel naturally recognized the dog at a glance—it was clearly the yellow dog she had seen many times in Han Yuan.
But the problem was, why was the yellow dog here?!
Mabel Quinn stepped out of the glass door, and the yellow dog came closer to her side.
It continued wagging its tail, showing a face that seemed eager to stick by Mabel Quinn's side.
Alice Conley clicked her tongue in wonder, "Mabel, this yellow dog seems to be particularly friendly to you. It looks quite clean, not like a stray dog. Did it get separated from its owner?"
"This is Daniel Harris's dog." Mabel Quinn said.
Alice Conley was dumbfounded, unable to associate the ordinary, one-eyed mutt before her with Daniel Harris. Someone like Daniel, a prestigious young master, seemed more likely to own an expensive breed.
