Luo Chuan had always regarded muddling through life and waiting for death as the ultimate meaning of existence, so being inexplicably dragged into all sorts of matters was absolutely not his intention. The culprit behind all this—a certain butler—offered no comment.
Given Luo Chuan's personality, if he truly encountered trouble, he would not simply stand by and ignore it. Just as many customers believed, who asked him to be such a good person?
A good person...
Whenever this was mentioned, Luo Chuan felt oddly complicated. Among the many transmigrators who pursued self-interest, someone like him was truly rare. As for where this great army of transmigrators came from, there was no need to fuss over such details.
Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan continued discussing the matters mentioned in the Soul Lock Diary, and there was naturally no need to say how that turned out.
When both the quantity and reliability of clues were lacking, any conclusions drawn from them were meaningless. Still, that did not stop the two from discussing it with great interest for a long time. According to Yao Ziyan, it could provide inspiration for her novel.
"I'm full, I'm full."
Luo Chuan reclined against the back of his chair, utterly unwilling to move. Animals in nature lost most of their aggression after eating and drinking their fill, quietly remaining somewhere as they waited for their food to digest.
Yao Ziyan diligently cleaned up the dishes.
Luo Chuan felt a little embarrassed just watching, so he stood up to help. For some reason, an idea from quite a long time ago came to mind: sea demons possessed uniquely blessed advantages when it came to housework. Keeping one at home would make things much more convenient...
In the blink of an eye, afternoon arrived.
After busying himself for the