Qinglin Villa.
After taking care of a few things, Qin Lin left his office. As soon as he stepped outside, two little figures, one black and one white, came running toward him.
They were Wangcai the dog and Little Snow the white fox.
Woof, woof!
Yip, yip!
The dog and fox called out to him, circled him twice, then frolicked along behind him, as if they were old friends.
At first, Little Snow had been too timid to leave Zhao Moqing's office. Now that she'd gotten used to her new surroundings, she dared to come out—but only as far as the office area.
What was baffling was how the white fox and the dog had ended up playing together.
People said that wolves and jackals worked together, but nobody said foxes and dogs did.
If the two little ones were a male and a female who wanted to embark on an interspecies romance, that would make sense. The problem was, Little Snow was a princess, and Wangcai was a princess too.
They were both female. Could they have the same kind of best-friend relationship as human women?
A fox and her friend?
Qin Lin walked to the office at the very back of the work area.
The sound of hammering came from inside.
When he entered, he saw Li Qing arranging materials. Chen Dabe was helping him.
Yesterday, Qin Lin had taken three jars of thirty-year-old liquor out of the game and asked Li Qing to set up a place to store it. Li Qing had started first thing that morning.
His payment was, of course, a chance to sample the thirty-year-old Fenjiu, Old Baijiu, and Guxiang Dukang.
So Li Qing was working especially hard when it came to liquor.
When Qin Lin entered, he asked, "Old Li, how's it