"What good news?"
Du Youqian asked lazily as Little Fatty burst through the door.
He didn't feel the least bit excited.
That was because Little Fatty's judgment was notoriously unreliable.
What he considered good news wasn't necessarily good, and what he considered bad news wasn't necessarily bad.
As for how Little Fatty could barge into Du Youqian's abode as if he owned the place, one could only blame the guy for being such an extreme social butterfly.
Even Du Youqian had been unknowingly sweet-talked into giving him the token to the array that controlled access to his home.
To this day, he deeply regretted it.
It was because whenever he wanted a moment of peace, he would be suddenly assaulted by a barrage of incessant chatter.
