He hadn't been in the taxi for twenty minutes.
Chen Yun was back home, much faster than if he had taken the subway.
He carried the dog cage and opened the door to his apartment.
The familiar lack of strangers' presence in the room comforted Chen Yun, yet he felt a tinge of... disappointment?
It couldn't be helped.
As he continued to evolve, with a hammer in hand, everything looked like a nail to him.
It wasn't that he suddenly wanted to become Long Aotian; it was more like when you have a long, thin stick, it's truly hard to remain indifferent to a cluster of weeds that are half a person's height.
Although he always restrained himself and tried not to cause trouble,
There were still the occasional impulses in his heart.
Therefore,
Chen Yun felt that he, amidst these changes, really needed a hobby, a habit.
Keeping a pet was a good choice.
Besides, with a pet, he always felt like he was no longer alone.