Let Him Come!

Li Ming naturally knew that he was currently the subject of everyone's focused attention.

He had already seen many strange looks like that.

After handing him his meal, the auntie left while looking back every few steps.

She had never met Li Ming. She had only heard others discussing him during idle conversations, and now that she saw him, she was merely puzzled that he did not look like the person she had heard about.

Li Ming lowered his eyes slightly. He could see the furtive gazes directed at him from the office area outside.

He did not care about any of that, nor did he care what others thought. He had always believed that history was written by the victors. Just like when Old Thief had first started making games, he had supposedly worked day and night in the dorm with his brother Song Shan. Who would call them unkempt now? Who would say they never saw the light of day?

It was just that Sprout had grown too large now, and different tasks had been divided among different people.

When one person was responsible for a particular structural component, the workload became much smaller.

He had merely returned to what Old Thief had been like at the beginning of Sprout's development.

The feeling was strange. He felt as though he were walking a path Old Thief had once walked.

He had suddenly started taking more care with himself, not because of outsiders' gazes or the endless private gossip.

The reason he had tidied himself up was that, after everyone got off work that day, Old Thief had knocked on his office door.

Old Thief had not said anything about his condition. He had only told him to take care of his health while making games.

Besides that, he