"Are you leaving?" Xie Mengwu was somewhat surprised.
Even Frost, who had been looking at the Magic Phone, could not help raising her head to look at Anviya.
"Mm." Anviya nodded.
"Where are you going?" Xie Mengwu asked mysteriously. "Home? The place where the dragon race lives?"
"Why would I go home? I haven't had enough fun yet."
"Then where are you going?"
"Mm... I don't know."
"Are you going to follow the Buddha, the Demon Emperor, Chu Yang, and those sea demons in taking a trip at the drop of a hat?"
Music as pure as a clear spring flowed slowly through the air, and the customers deliberately lowered their voices, tacitly refusing to break the elegant atmosphere.
Anviya played with a lock of hair that had fallen over her chest. "That sounds especially artistic."
"I saw it on the Magic Phone," Xie Mengwu said. "The customers on the Magic Phone are all talented people. The things they say are especially interesting."
Anviya laughed as well.
For some reason, she simply wanted to laugh.
"So is that what it is?" Xie Mengwu continued asking.
"Of course not." Anviya shook her head. "I don't have that kind of leisure. In my view, I'd rather play a few rounds of Glory Battle with that time."
"That's true." Xie Mengwu nodded. Her thoughts were much the same as Anviya's. "Just you?"
Anviya took a sip of coffee.
Since they were leaving tonight, there was no need to keep it a secret from the others. The boss would not be in the store tomorrow—wasn't that obvious?
"The boss too," Anviya said.
"The boss is going out?" Xie Mengwu was rather surprised.
The customers all understood Luo Chuan's personality to some extent. He stayed in the store every day and rarely went out.
After