Ji Zhiyao brought the mineral water bottle with him and sat in the middle of the sofa in the living room. He leaned back into the soft sofa back and instantly felt a velvety sensation of unrealness.
While his mind recalled the conversation he shared with Mo Huaifeng earlier that did not have a tinge of unfamiliarity, he could not help but lift his lips.
Rumors could not be trusted. Well, at least some parts of them could not be trusted.
For example, there were rumors that said Fi-god was aloof, difficult to get along with, and bad-tempered. Now, it seemed that they were absolutely groundless statements.
Out of his principle to be polite, Ji Zhiyao did not get up and move around the first level of the base. Instead, he sat on the sofa and played with his phone.
Ten minutes later, Mo Huaifeng came downstairs.
