Clack!
Just as Sunday turned, he felt something fall from his body, striking the ground with a crisp, mechanical clatter.
Hearing the sound, Sunday stopped and looked down curiously. How could someone at his level drop anything?
Yet one glance was enough to widen Sunday's eyes, filling them with disbelief.
"This is..."
After a moment's daze, Sunday bent down and crouched, picking up the fallen object and examining it closely in his palm.
"A pocket watch... Misha... heh!"
Holding the azure pocket watch against his chest and listening to its mechanical ticking, Sunday revealed a heartfelt smile.
"Thank you!"
It was the best gift he had received since coming to this world.
Carefully hanging the pocket watch at his waist, Sunday rose and strolled outside.
His eyes were now filled with anticipation for tomorrow.
Leaving the garden, he soon arrived at the office shared by Meng Shenji and the other two.
"Board Member Meng."
Sunday pushed the door open and entered, finding Meng Shenji handling files at his desk.
Seeing Sunday enter, Meng Shenji hurriedly rose and spoke respectfully.
"Head Chief, what brings you here? Is something the matter?"
Sunday's arrival surprised him somewhat. Ever since meeting Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo that day, Sunday had stood motionless beside the Piano.
Dugu Bo had said he was undergoing an epiphany and should not be disturbed. He had not expected it to end after just a few days.
The might of a Titled Douluo truly is beyond someone like me to fathom.
Sunday sat down and waved a hand at Meng Shenji.
"No need to stand on ceremony, Board Member Meng. I only came to ask whether anything major has happened these past few days."
Hearing Sunday's question, Meng Shenji immediately replied:
"Chief, two things have happened in all. First, His Highness the