It was already the early hours when Kallen arrived home. Entering the shop out front, he saw Pike lying in a corner wrapped in a quilt. Tonight, it was his turn to snore.
There was actually no need to arrange night watches anymore, since Kallen and the others had moved here, but after Kallen returned, the two shop assistants had naturally picked up the tradition again.
Kallen saw Xili coming out of the communal washroom. Still bleary-eyed, she looked at him and asked:
"Young Master, would you like a late-night snack?"
"No, go get some rest..."
"Yes, Young Master."
Xili went into a small room.
So the maid had become a live-in maid too?
Kallen returned to his bedroom. Kevin climbed out of his dog bed and shook himself.
Puer lay beside the bedside table with the lamp on, her front paws tucked beneath her, her expression solemn and serious.
"What are you doing?"
"Planning."
"Hmm?"
"I can't allow people to smear me like this," Puer said. "So I'm going to publish an autobiography."
"Oh, all right. Who's helping you write it?"
"Little John. I've already arranged it."
"You can show me when the first draft is finished."
"Of course. I grant you permission to become one of the first readers of my great work."
"I'm just worried you'll put in things you shouldn't."
"How could I? I've always been very careful. By the way, your dinner went on so late. Did you add any new activities?"
Puer turned over as she spoke and continued:
"I've heard that after men finish a work dinner together, there's a tradition of going to a pastry shop for pastries."
"There's someone very skilled on the team called Gerui. He specializes in close combat. I went to learn from him."
"You fought?"
"Yes."
"Oh,