Pet Delivery

It was a quiet early morning. The sound of breathing echoed from the bedroom of the pet store on the second floor. Some were slow and long, some were deep and soft, and some were funny.

Zhang Zian woke up according his biological clock. He stretched his body and didn't get up, but changed positions and laid on his side. But he couldn't go back to sleep.

He didn't have to get up early to prepare stewed beef for the police dogs that day, so he could stay in bed for a while, but he still had to get up not too late considering it was a weekend. There would be more customers, including those who traveled from far away. The filming process was not over, and he did not have a day off, the reason why he was in the store today was because the crew needed to be reorganized after what had happened the day before. The people in charge, including the director Feng Xuan, had been asked by the police to temporarily suspend shooting.