Returning to Qingfeng Temple, Ning Fei opened a few emails.
The first one:
“Hello, Abbey Dean Ning. I’ve liked you for a long time. From the first time I saw your live broadcast, I’ve fallen deeply in love with you...”
Seeing this email, Ning Fei was a little speechless.
What was this?
Was this a job search or a courtship?
A love letter?
Then, Ning Fei opened the second email.
“Abbey Dean Ning, I am willing to be the chief of the deer shed. From now on, I am willing to work for Qingfeng Temple. If you want me to go east, I will never go west. Please accept me as your disciple, Master.”
Several black lines appeared on Ning Fei’s face.
What he wanted to see was a resume that was similar to his experience in animal breeding and treatment, or to talk about his love for animals.
What was all this?
The third email said, “Abbey Dean Ning, I like you very much. Can you send me an autograph?”