Li Qing felt somewhat displeased, being regarded with such eyes by an animal, what was that supposed to mean? No matter how ordinary he might be, he was still a person.
He walked up to it and saw clearly that the owl was holding a roll of brown paper, tied with a black ribbon in a bow.
Li Qing was momentarily bewildered, and after confirming that the owl merely wanted to give him the roll of brown paper it was clutching, he cautiously opened the window in one breath.
Flap flap flap!!
He had forgotten that the window in his place opened outward. He watched as the owl flapped its wings frantically, screeching as it fell.
"Hoot~~hoot~~~hoot~~"
Quick in his reaction, Li Qing caught the brown paper roll and then leaned over to look down.
It was already deep into the night, and below was pitch black with only a few dim streetlights flickering in the distance; there was no sign of the owl's shadow.
