A Sight to Greet the Morning

Zhang Yang had spent the past few days at home. Every day, he found time to go out under the pretense of walking the dog. Mibai eventually caught on and refused to go for a "walk" no matter what. Zhang Yang had to drag him out; for all practical purposes, Mibai had been kidnapped.

If Mibai could talk, he would surely have reported Zhang Yang to an animal welfare organization.

Zhang Yang had Mibai undergo the same examination every day, then studied the results with keen interest. It was enough to make anyone suspect he was conducting some kind of experiment on the dog.

This time was no different. Once he had the report, he made no move to leave and began studying it.

"Mr. Zhang, did you find a problem?"

The bespectacled veterinarian asked because Zhang Yang was studying Mibai's examination report so intently.

"Oh, no problem. He's doing great. But haven't you noticed he's in better shape? Hasn't his energy and overall vitality changed?"

"Uh..."

The veterinarian paused. He really hadn't noticed. He only cared whether the dog was sick. What was the point of looking at a dog that was normal or healthy? It didn't earn him any money.

"Goodbye. Mibai, say goodbye to the nice vet!"

Zhang Yang led Mibai away, prompting him to give the bespectacled veterinarian a smiling farewell.

Zhang Yang loved dogs, and so did his whole family, but he never had Mibai call anyone Mom or Dad. He never used human family titles for Mibai and his relatives.

They just sounded strange to him.

As the long wait dragged on, Zhang Yang heard nothing about the company's registration. Instead, news came from Ling Junsheng, who was itching to go Gambling on Stones.

"Mr. Zhang, we're buying jadeite rough at the China–Myanmar