Bab 223: Chapter 221: Stockpiling Guns

After sending off the gloomy-looking John, Lincoln leisurely finished the tea Cheryl had prepared.

As for how the tea tasted, he really didn't care much.

His usual drinks were fruit juice, milk tea, and cola which were not expensive but brought simple happiness.

He did drink tea, but he didn't know much about it.

After finishing the tea, he didn't care if the employees were busy developing games, and he leisurely played with the dog with Cheryl, watching her take photos to ease the mood after encountering an abnormal person.

Cheryl sat in a duck-like posture on the fluffy carpet, half-leaning over, holding the camera with its big lens directed at the little dog, and not stopping saying, "Little Milkshake, look here, look here! Yes, yes, come here!"

But Little Milkshake didn't want to pay attention to her and bounced towards Lincoln, and started biting his trouser legs.

Lincoln wasn't anxious and let it bite.