Bab 477: Prodigal Badge

These days, even a robot that Hong Dali made also knew how to squander! How were normal people supposed to live anymore!

Sweat poured down from the Bureau Chief, and he decisively shut up. He couldn't speak anymore. Otherwise, he would probably die from depression!

Luckily, the way in wasn't long. Just a short while later the Bureau Chief had entered the small conference room that Hong Dali was resting in. Hong Dali was resting on Li Nianwei's lap and sleeping while Li Nianwei was playing with the phone that Hong Dali gave her.

It was very quiet in the room. Li Nianwei perfectly played the role of a pillow for Hong Dali. Of course, if Hong Dali woke up, then she would suitably transform into his big sister, the type that doted on her little brother.