Just like the Malinois, the middle-aged woman at the stall was incredibly friendly to everyone. The moment their eyes met, she immediately waved Shen Xin over.
"Hey, handsome! Come, come, take a look! This is the last one. I'll give you a good deal on it."
"Look at this build—a well-defined chest and rear. And these legs, aren't they thick? And this face, look, isn't it dark?"
Quick as a flash, she snatched the Malinois from its cage and held it up by its tail to show Shen Xin.
Thanks to the favorability rating, Shen Xin could clearly sense the Malinois was terrified.
And that pitiful look in its eyes.
'How should I put it? It was probably like one of those unfortunate women in ancient times, sold into a brothel and forced into service, looking pitiably at the passing customers, hoping someone would rescue her from that den of devils.'
'The analogy might not be perfect, but the feeling was about right.'
