Zhang Jing's interest in a sick horse surprised everyone.
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi urged, "it must be worthless to be sent to the slaughterhouse."
"Yes, yes," Qu Xiaoqing chimed in, jumping up and down, "The horse farm owner isn't stupid, he must have no other choice but to get rid of it."
"How much?" Zhang Jing asked the horse farm employee directly.
"Sir, that's an injured mare," Malcolm reminded him.
“That’s precisely why,” Zhang Jing said with a compassionate expression and a merciful tone, “I can’t bear to see a beautiful creature sent to the slaughterhouse.”
Malcolm had worked at the horse farm for many years and had encountered people who were particularly fond of horses, even spending time and money to raise a useless horse until it died of old age.
But the horse farm cou
