The doorbell suddenly rang.
Chi Xingye was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, totally engrossed in writing about Wen Zixin's scandal.
Mo Bing was still engaged in a fierce battle with the hacker.
Only Hao Huoyue was idle at the moment.
Chi Xingye lifted her chin, gesturing him to answer the door.
Hao Huoyue, the foodie, was hungry again. With his mouth full of roast goose, relishing every bite, he went to open the door.
The moment the door was opened.
The roast goose in Hao Huoyue's hand clattered to the floor. He suddenly froze, a large piece of meat still dangling from his mouth. He stood dumbstruck in the doorway, motionless.
Outside, a dignified man frowned slightly.
Snowball couldn't hold back any longer. It tumbled out from the man's arms and rocketed into the room through the door crack.
Seeing the stunned boy at the door, Li Xiu couldn't help but remind him, "Move aside and let our Prince in."