Zero's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
It's supposed to be entertainment, purely for fun, and yet it still requires resources for calculation. How is that fun?
However, Zero chose to stay silent; otherwise, the boss would give her yet another lecture on ideology.
Mo Jingchun felt a bit guilty looking at Little Grey's aggrieved and confused eyes.
Poor thing, probably still worried about what to eat tomorrow.
Speaking of which, if you can't even protect the only piece of furniture, how can Little Grey be expected to guard the house?
Comparing them, Mo Jingchun realized that Little Grey and Bun seemed no different, both just eating and sleeping without any skills.
Little did Mo Jingchun expect that three hours later, Bun would completely prove him wrong, and it hurt quite a bit.
"Everyone, go watch the Spring Festival Gala, and after staying up late, obediently go to sleep."
