The security guard gave a look to the two Huskies nearly reaching his waist, his expression indescribable.
"Sir, the Imperial Grand Hotel allows pets, but your two dogs..."
are too fat.
Are you sure you're here to find someone, not to sell dog meat?!
The young man thought the guard wasn't letting him in, so he quickly explained, "Uncle, I'm just going in to wait for someone; I definitely won't run around. Plus, these two dogs are professionally trained, they absolutely won't cause any trouble for the hotel!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange "shushing" sound came.
The young man's expression stiffened, and he slowly looked down.
Da Hui was lifting his hind leg, urinating a torrent onto his newly bought sneakers.
The young man: "..." His face felt a bit sore.
The security guard looked at the pool of urine by the young man's foot, his mouth twitching.
"What floor are you going to?" he asked.