Actually, Fu Qian hadn't necessarily needed to mislead Brother Yingjun.
After all, even if he really figured out there was a problem and went to complain to the Night Watchers again, the result wouldn't be any different from last time.
The main reason Fu Qian had done it on impulse was that, as a pretty good alias, this one would be easier to keep using.
Still, he had to admit that the unexpected situation it caused had piqued his curiosity.
Zha Yingjun wasn't particularly strong, yet just now, as his own obsession clashed with the rules of the dream, he had made the upgraded Clear Dream visibly unstable.
Was this the power of a dream?
After confirming that Zha Yingjun's emotions had gradually settled and that he was now sitting inside, staring blankly into space, Fu Qian left the scene of the crime with a sigh.
It was the new employee's first day on the job. Time for the store manager to drop by for a surprise inspection.
Just as he thought!
Outside the bookstore, Fu Qian looked at the scene inside and nodded with satisfaction.
He'd known he had an eye for talent. His new hire was doing quite well.
At that moment, the small bookstore was undoubtedly far busier than usual. There were already more than ten customers inside.
They were scattered around the store, yet kept remarkably quiet—so well-mannered it hardly seemed real.
They also had one thing in common: every single one of them had their back to the counter.
Meanwhile, Su Gao, beside the counter, was clearly the most focused person in the room. Her posture and movements had barely changed since he'd left.
He couldn't help feeling unfairly treated.
So this was the legendary idea that beauty was justice?
Fu Qian didn't believe