บท 251: praise to the god of machines!

Ling Pingan stood at the door and watched the customer slowly walk toward the fog with a flashlight.

Soon, she disappeared from his sight.

"Speaking of which, this customer seems to have some story..." Ling Pingan thought.

Her pointy ears and clothes&

All of them proved that the Yin and Shang dynasty girl had a story of her own.

However&

Since the other party was unwilling to tell, Ling Pingan would not pursue the matter.

Respect for others was a basic quality.

After closing the door and pulling down the shutter, Ling Pingan looked at the little kitten that had popped out from behind the counter and stroked its head. "Little one, its time to go to bed. I have to work early tomorrow!"

Yes, he had to upload the new book as soon as possible and then make it publish to get paid.

In October, when his aunt came back, that money he had used up had to be filled!

So, he put the kitten on the towel at the door.