Ling Pingan pulled down the shutter and locked the drawer of the cashier desk.
Then, he put a towel in the corner of the door like he always did.
Bastet the kitten jumped down from the counter and lay on the towel.
"Good night!" Ling Pingan said softly, placing a small plate of cat food in front of it.
Then he picked up his phone, strapped his watch to his wrist, and walked up the stairs as he hummed a little tune.
Tap, tap, tap!
The footsteps gradually faded away.
The kitten lying on the towel sniffed at the cat food in front of it.
It then carefully opened his mouth and put each grain into its mouth.
Above its head, a huge eye quietly opened.
This eye scanned the entire bookstore.
Under the pressure, the entire bookstore was extremely quiet.
Even the air seemed to have stilled.
...
He changed out of his slippers and took a shower.
Ling Pingan put on his pajamas and collapsed on the sofa.
