The matter isn't over yet.
Back at the horse farm, the sun was setting. Smart Bean and eight sled dogs were playing near the racetrack, looking harmonious.
Zhang Jing found Milika and her father, Old Dai Jin, at the entrance of the storage shed behind the stables.
The old man was wearing old jeans and a brown jacket. He hadn't aged in a while; in fact, he looked quite energetic.
"Long time no see," Zhang Jing greeted him, thinking of getting rid of the trouble, and deliberately asked, "Are you planning to take Susan away?"
"I'm afraid not," Old Dai Jin's eyes were lined with deep wrinkles that could crush a grave due to his age. "The trouble isn't resolved yet."
Zhang Jing didn't want to swear in front of Milika, so he led Old Dai Jin aside. “This isn’t a charity!” Zhang Jing gritted
